“That’s not the point.” Isaac kept his eyes focused on Jake, with his hand in a white-knuckled grip around the rail. “The point is, you’re a selfish prick who’s hiding up here like some rat-ass delinquent instead of manning up and dealing with whatever’s eating you.”
Jake glared at him. It was surprising how much Isaac’s words stung, considering Jake knew he was right. “And that awesome pep talk’s meant to keep me from jumping?”
Isaac snorted. “You’re not going to jump. If you really wanted to kill yourself, you would’ve done it by now. Believe me—the ones who mean it don’t wait until someone finds them.”
“Maybe I wanted an audience.” Jake didn’t really know why he was goading Isaac like this, but for a second he had a nastily gleeful thought that he should jump just to prove him wrong.
“Then by all means, go for it.” He made an “after you” gesture with his free hand, which was stiff and awkward because he obviously didn’t want to move.