Honestly? Tim isn't entirely sure that he isn't actually dead and dying at this particular moment. Hotwiring a car to drive it into a house soaked with gasoline ranks up there with among the stupidest things he's done in his life, which is saying something.

If he weren't feeling like his legs and muscles were composed of jelly, he might've shoved Jay off him to tear him a new one over bringing a fucking kid. As it is, he can only just kind of...wobble.

"Sorry," he manages, sagging. "For dragging you into this."