Tim watches as Jay sort of nods off, teetering on the thin line between wakefulness and dreams. He catches an array of words, such as camera and hotel and Tim (to which he is a little embarrassed, but quickly moves on to see what else he can hear) along with a few flashes of images, of a place he doesn't recognize that resembles an apartment and then a news story of a burned down building.
He doesn't really understand what he's seeing, never really has with everyone he has mind-read, but he feels a twinge of sympathy at whatever Jay might be worrying about.
"What are you thinking about?" Jay asks, words a lot less slurred with sleep than he thought he'd be. Tim jolts, the question catching him off guard.
"Um."
"Relax, man. I'm just pulling your leg." Jay turns his head very slightly and eyes him out of the corner of his eye, smiling a little. "I know what you're thinking about."
Tim sees an image pressed into his head, clear as crystal, of Jay sticking his tongue out at him, and he huffs with a short laugh.
Then the image is gone, and when Tim expects to see or hear a few more things from Jay's head, he feels nothing: radio silence. Like Jay shoved his head underwater, and everything was muffled.
It felt a little like he was being pushed away deliberately; he felt a little sad at the thought.
"Sorry," he mumbles, moving his eyes away from Jay and onto the very interesting carpet.
"It's okay. You can't really help it."
But I can, Tim thinks to himself bitterly, I just like hearing your thoughts, like white noise.
"Yeah," Tim responds instead.
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I Will, Hold On
FanficTim practically FELT the bullet burrow itself into Jay's side. --- In which exposure to the Operator gives Tim and Jay superhuman abilities, and it changes the course of Marble Hornets entirely. [Tim and Jay centric, story told from different perio...
