Tim apologized.

Holy...He needs to take a second. Needs to process this. Tim's sorry, too. Tim didn't want any of this bullshit to happen, either.

He was trying to keep something like this from happening, the same way Jay was trying to keep the investigation on track. They didn't want the same thing, not exactly, but neither of them wanted this.

We're not gonna get anywhere like this, working solo.

"Sorry." His voice cracks, the same way he remembers. He just did this. Even without the ground shifting under him, the trees changing their configuration every time he looks away, that thing staring down at him from between the branches, he can do it again. Right now, he can make himself do it again. "Sorry, I--I shouldn't've flipped out on you. I was just--"

Scared. Scared Tim was planning to stab him in the back, just like Alex. Scared Tim knew something that would get him killed--get Jessica killed, and he wouldn't say a thing.

He can't be sure that's not true.

He still can't trust him. Not before, not now.

But there are bigger things out there to be scared of than Tim Wright.

"I get why you...yeah. I get why you didn't say anything."