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Well, that sounded smoother in my head... Damn it.

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[secondhandsome]

They...

[He goes quiet at that. And not just the type of uncomfortable kinda quiet he's been stuck in for most of the conversation here. Hearing more about how Angel died is... heavy. Even just this little extra context, even filtered through Jack's recollection of it, it's...

He doesn't know what went down. But he does know all of this is extremely messed up.]

Shit. I'm-- I'm sorry. [Really, what the hell else can he say to that?] That's... beyond fucked up.

[It helps that Angel is here and alive, because oh boy, Tim does not know how he'd deal with this conversation if she wasn't.]

[thedifferencebetween]

Yeah. Those bastards just... and they say they're the good guys. Look, I know I coulda made some better choices a coupla times. Who the hell couldn't? But they...and it's not like it was...it wasn't uh.....it wasn't quick. It...it was a process.

[Jack scrubs a hand over his face, shaking slightly. He's relived that day again and again, awake and asleep,and it never gets any easier. Even now, knowing Angel's just a handful of towns away...]

Thanks. It...ah, I haven't been the same since. And there's that stupid little part of me that kept hoping, you know? Here, I mean. That maybe...just maybe... we'd get another chance.

But she'd rather be with complete strangers than me. I know I let her down, but...christ. I just want to...to hold my little girl again. Last time...well. You know.

[He'd held her dead body.]