Don't bring it up with Tim. ( or actually-- ) Or anyone. Little D already knows, he was there, but--

( he lifts his shoulders in what's supposed to be a loose shrug, but jason's tense. it doesn't work as well as he'd like. but he's rounding the table to line up his stick with the cue ball again. hits it into another solid, but it ricochets off the corner next to the hole and doesn't quite go in. ah well. )

I don't want my shit to be a thing more than it already is.