"Come on!" Jay ignores the tone of Tim's voice, because yeah, no, this is not that moment. He bolts, but he's faster, he's always been faster.

"Tim!" He whips back and gets an eyeful of Big Daddy, huge, rusting, angry.

"Fuck," he breathes, and he opens his hand again.

It hurt the first time. The first time he threw up until there was nothing left in him. Now it doesn't feel like anything. Almost.

The Daddy jerks back, and Jay fires again, desperate, stupid. He's running low now, he feels the itch, the drain of EVE. Great. Good. Fucking perfect.

"Come on," he says again, grabbing Tim's arm. "Come on, this way."

There's a vent. He can see it. They can get in there. And it can't follow them. That's what they'll do. The rest comes later.