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[mrballisticsdummy]

"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.

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He's still deliberately not looking at Jacobi, but he glances back at his movement - and his eyes widen in surprise at the tears in Jacobi's.

Not that he gets to comment immediately, when a blanket gets smacked into his face.

But he wrestles it into quick submission, even putting his beer down to give Jacobi his proper attention. "Jacobi?"

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"When it was my project...those two men were my fault. When it wasn't my project, when I was just following orders...I still...did it."

He sighs. "My bad call. I could have refused but...I didn't."

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The 'I told you so' is so thick in his throat that he has to physically swallow it down. It's the last thing he actually wants to say.

"Well," he says instead, "you're not going to make it again. Are you? No more..." He presses his lips for a moment, looking for the right word. "...complacency. You're better than that."

It's not a demand, or a cajoling threat. It's just... quiet. Gentle. An acknowledgement.

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Another brush of his eyes and he sits up.

"Yes, sir," he says and the sound bubbles into a laugh. A relieved, almost desperate sound, but still a laugh.

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That gets a snort out of Tim as he grins, genuine and warm.

And then he throws the blanket back in Jacobi's face. "Here's a hankie for you, son."

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"Fuck you," he says, discarding the empty beer for another. "Let's just - get drunk and finish this movie."

This isn't the end of his thought process; far from it. He has a lot he needs to do and to consider.

But as painful as it feels to him, there's something freeing about it. And that's the feeling he focuses on.