You wanna eat this bullet I got buried in here — you keep on talkin'.

[ holder licks his lips, sweat pooling at the curvature of his neck and standing out against his forehead. his gaze turns toward the sound of the sobs. if it ain't one thing, it's almost certain to be another, right? he exhales, breath wavering. ]

Here, c'mere. I gotta — shit.

[ he attempts to reach for jamie's shoulder, but his hand slips, and he trembles, falling into the wall again with a huff. already too pale, the color is draining from his face, but he's never been anything short of stubborn, and decides to go again, this time, hooking himself closer to his partner. ]

We gotta get her outta here. Last thing we need's another shoot-out, you feel me?