[Tim flinches, expecting a more violent response than being grabbed in a headlock. If he were thinking straight - if he weren't drunk and panicking, he might be able to evade, fight back. He's trained for this sort of thing, getting out of headlocks, taking on bigger and stronger opponents than himself, but the fear that he's just done irreparable harm with letting his stupid mouth run has him paralyzed, incapable of doing anything but submitting to Jason and gasping for breath between the rush of words tumbling out of his mouth.]
I know, Jason - I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't - I didn't mean anything, I -
[I fucked up, things were sort of OK and now they're not, I ruined it, and he can taste the bile rising up in the back of his throat. This was a mistake. All of this was a mistake.]
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I know, Jason - I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't - I didn't mean anything, I -
[I fucked up, things were sort of OK and now they're not, I ruined it, and he can taste the bile rising up in the back of his throat. This was a mistake. All of this was a mistake.]
I - I think - I'm gonna be sick.