One word, four letters and Taylor's flinching. Okay. He's hurting his friend by-

Or. Not?

Words mean things Sam. Jesus. He tries to shake off that unpleasant knot followed swiftly by a warm sort of weight in his gut at the thought of waking up and- yeah. Yeah okay this shit isn't one sided. And he's fucked. "Something's gonna go sideways, you gotta know that."

They've seen his legacy- he fucks it up. Every time something's off and it is always on him.