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@colecassiidy || cont.

You know, there came a point in a man’s life where he began wondering, Is it me? Am I the problem here? (But yeah, duh; a little voice in his head somehow felt like it was rolling its eyes at him despite being a voice: of course you’re an entire freakin’ problem.) Most importantly in this specific scenario, though, Timothy was left with the very real, very valid curiosity: Do I just attract people like this?

He meant the reckless sort. The devil-may-care sort. The impulsive. The guys who got an entire high off of the risks . . . and always found a way to drag Timmy into it— And yeah, y’know . . . ? Sometimes the totally verifiably nuts. (Do we need to name names here? Was that clear— Well, just in case: Jack. We’re talking about Handsome Jack.) Cole, okay, was nowhere near the “nuts” side of the spectrum, but he pretty much lined up with everything else.

And yet here Timothy was. He’d agreed to come with him. Cole had to be real cute about reminding him he’d still be here despite knowing all the details.

So: full circle, kiddos:

Am I the problem?

Jeez, how whipped did a guy have to be . . .

“Yeah, I mean— 50-50 sounds . . . great, but—” Speaking of whipped, it also wasn’t like Timothy didn’t compliantly take the fuse as it was handed to him: following instructions was (no surprise!) second-nature to him at this point. “Are you, like, intentionally trying to get every psycho and their equally psychotic mother to notice us? Is that part of the plan, or . . . ?” And as if the mere mention of attention would’ve already garnered it—knowing his luck—he glanced back down that alley leading out to one of Lectra City’s main roads. Deceptively quiet. Which also just made him squirm.

“Really, really looking forward to spending my 50 from the prime real estate of a pike firmly up my ass. Can’t wait.”