Yeah, I get it. [The words are low, without any of the unamused laughter from moments before. John takes a step forward, his lighter already in his hand. His thumb strokes over the warmed metal because it's a comfort, and maybe also because he feels like torching Bobby right now. His narrowed eyes are steady and unwavering.] That make you feel better about yourself, Bobby? Can you let go of all your guilt now?
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