[ James stares at Keith and lets himself fall backwards against the wheel of the Garrison truck. He slides down all the way until he's sitting gracelessly on the floor - legs are overrated, standing is overrated, this is all too much to take while also trying to keep up with regular human functions like balance.

For a moment, he can't say anything at all. He buries his face in his hands, but neither laughter or tears come. He's just exhausted, nothing else. ]

Keith...

[ He's getting to say this name so much today and it is starting to feel natural again, no longer a distant sound his mouth forgot how to make. ]

There wasn't going to be any waking up, I knew you were the worst choice to make all along - I just made it anyway, consequences be damned. I knew that, the whole time. And I never even thought about changing my mind.