"That's funny, because hurting you is the last thing I imagined he'd do," Tim says, lips curling back in distaste. It isn't kind, isn't fair, but his trust is easier to shake than Jason's, especially when he hasn't really given it in the first place.

He's an asshole: they established that earlier in the month, and he'll do a better job of working on it when Jason isn't crying on his porch and touching shocked fingers to the phantom wound on his chest. "Do you want to rest or do you want to keep moving," Tim asks, "Because there's a fine amount of ground to cover, and we'd have to find him eventually. He's got a horse with him."