scene seventeen - blame - year eleven

“Are you seriously still blaming yourself for all that shit with Nathan? It was years ago, Jey—and an accident. You couldn’t have known.”

“Should’ve known. Should’ve ‘fessed up. Taken responsibility.”

“The responsibility wasn’t yours to fucking take, so no, you shouldn’t have.”

They found themselves at a stalemate, as they often did, his eyes melting into theirs as they stared each other down. Usually, they would’ve backed down by now, or at least gone reluctantly quiet—refusing to admit defeat or continue arguing—but this… they’d spent two years convincing themself that it was all their fault, for selling Nathan those stupid pills. An evening of T telling them otherwise wasn’t going to do a thing to shift their opinion.