There's a long pause and Jim tries but he can't seem to find words, can't manage to say everything he needs to, it all seems caught up in a bundle of please don't go and don't leave me and he can't get any of it out.
Brian's face is wrecked and disappointed, he's taken silence for refusal (and maybe he has a point, Jim's pissed) and he's always been the type to hit first rather than be hit later.
"Ah, real partner wouldn't have to ask that would he?"
Jim wants to tell him to fuck off, to throw his mistakes back in his face, to break this thing they have irrevocably but he knows that if he answers Brian's knee jerk anger in turn there will be no making up, no going back and he just...can't.
"Shut up Brian, this is your fucking fault so give me at least a moment before I throw away everything I've worked for." Jim rakes his hands roughly through his hair and leans back against the sink.
Brian deflates strangely, losing all the anger he had been building up for what Jim bets would have been a spectacular scene leaves him sort of bewildered and momentarily quiet.
"Fuller offered to put me back on the team tomorrow if I said it was all your fault." Brian's eyes shoot up and he opens his mouth to say something no doubt angry and accusatory. "Don't start Bri, I told him to fuck off, I just want you to remember what I've already given up for you."
Brian doesn't ask why Jim's throwing his life over for him, doesn't ask why he's more important than something Jim's been working up to for years, he doesn't ask...yet. For now he just picks up his duffel, slings a too tight arm around Jim's shoulder and leads then away from their old life.
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There's a long pause and Jim tries but he can't seem to find words, can't manage to say everything he needs to, it all seems caught up in a bundle of please don't go and don't leave me and he can't get any of it out.
Brian's face is wrecked and disappointed, he's taken silence for refusal (and maybe he has a point, Jim's pissed) and he's always been the type to hit first rather than be hit later.
"Ah, real partner wouldn't have to ask that would he?"
Jim wants to tell him to fuck off, to throw his mistakes back in his face, to break this thing they have irrevocably but he knows that if he answers Brian's knee jerk anger in turn there will be no making up, no going back and he just...can't.
"Shut up Brian, this is your fucking fault so give me at least a moment before I throw away everything I've worked for." Jim rakes his hands roughly through his hair and leans back against the sink.
Brian deflates strangely, losing all the anger he had been building up for what Jim bets would have been a spectacular scene leaves him sort of bewildered and momentarily quiet.
"Fuller offered to put me back on the team tomorrow if I said it was all your fault." Brian's eyes shoot up and he opens his mouth to say something no doubt angry and accusatory. "Don't start Bri, I told him to fuck off, I just want you to remember what I've already given up for you."
Brian doesn't ask why Jim's throwing his life over for him, doesn't ask why he's more important than something Jim's been working up to for years, he doesn't ask...yet. For now he just picks up his duffel, slings a too tight arm around Jim's shoulder and leads then away from their old life.