Great. Yeah. They'll be sure not to turn up any more stereos.

Tim leans back against the nearest wall, sliding downward until he's in a trembling seated position. At least neither of them are at the immediate risk of fucking dying anymore, which is a nice deviation from the norm. Much as the frustration from Jay's little stunt has yet to boil off in earnest, that requires more effort than he feels capable of exerting at the moment.

The square of the lighter digs into the center of his palm. He has to remind himself to relinquish his grip on it, even slightly.

What a day.