"It wasn't - ," he starts, but it's more of a recitation than an actual feeling to it. Because - wasn't it partly on him?

He heard Maxwell say she wouldn't do it, he heard Kepler pushing, but he also heard the way Minkowski sounded. He could hear it in her voice.

He blinks, tears appearing there, surprising in their intensity. He reaches up to brush them away. It wasn't only his call, but it was his call. Ohio wasn't only his call, but it was his call.

"Shit. Tim. Shitshitshit." He shakes his head. "I'm such an idiot."

And he throws a blanket at him.