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[statementfuckingends]

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.

[statementfuckingends]

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.