Re: tim/steph
Whatever guilt you twisted that into made it about you. [...] Which, wow. I guess I can say to myself about some shit. ANYWAY. [Blink.] Yes, listening. That's all I wanted. There's nothing to solve, Tim. It happened. Eddie and I took care of Skull months ago for good. I'm going to always have that in the back of my head. Years and years are going to pass, I'm gonna get old as fuck, and I'll still have dreams about it now and then about all the awful fucking things he did to me.
[Blink. Blink.] I want to be friends, Tim. I'm trying. Do you want to be friends? If not, we can just stop talking. Make it easier on everyone.