“Te TV,” she corrected him, “Yuir nae going to pay f’r te tv, but yuir paying f’r te room.”
The shock of finding him ready to pull the trigger was enough to sober her to a degree to realize that Jamie was hurting too. And while she had M and the rest of the team, Jamie had none. He took off moments after she broke his finger and no one had heard of him since then.
She was seeking the solitude, but Jamie was forced to it and, much like her, Jamie alone wasn’t always a good thing. Sometimes they did okay, but most times they needed someone to save them from themselves. Part of the shock and part of the alcohol, her legs were shaking when she tried to walk and had to steady herself or else she would fall down.
“Hey, Jamie, no, okay? No, don't..no, okay?” She wasn’t making much sense, she knew, but it was the best she could. Jamie was going to kill himself and it was all her fault. If she hadn’t broke his finger, if she hadn’t threaten to break his spine next time she show him then he wouldn’t be here, alone, with a gun to his head.