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Jimmy didn't know exactly what he was supposed to be feeling as he led Scott to the spot on Skynet 2.0 he was to knock him off of. Gratitude, sure. But there was something else. Something smoldering under the surface, just waiting to shatter from underneath them.
Jimmy clutched his crossbow like Scott was going to change his mind and kill him. He knew Scott wouldn't do that. He knew it, and he’d forever know and understand him in that way. It pissed him right off.
“You’re sure about this?” he said instead of voicing any of those thoughts.
“Yup!” Scott said. He even had the audacity to smile as he continued, “Even though you didn't say ‘love you’.”
Jimmy clenched his jaw and walked directly up to Scott. They had put distance between them for this, but Jimmy had gotten sick of it after Scott had said that. He wanted to do something.
They stood face-to-face. This was the closest they’d been in a while. The last time probably would have been…
Jimmy shoved the thought away.
Scott brought a hand up to Jimmy’s face and wiped away some of Bdubs’s blood off from his cheeks. Jimmy held a neutral expression, or, at least, it was in his opinion. Scott’s was… soft, maybe. Jimmy was avoiding his gaze, so he wouldn't know (yet he did).
“Are you going to get it over with?” Scott asked.
Jimmy didn't know when his jaw became unclenched, but he redid it. “Yup.”
There was a pause.
“... that means ‘are you going to do it now,’ Jimmy,” Scott said.
Jimmy closed his eyes and very pointedly did not turn his head, even though the rational part of himself told him to. Instead, he felt himself lean forward.
Scott met him halfway.
The kiss tasted like metal and resentment and anger. Jimmy hadn't the faintest clue as to why he initiated it, but now that they were actually doing it, he couldn't find it in himself to stop. Despite everything, Scott was a good kisser. Jimmy couldn't believe he’d somehow forgotten. The way he played with Jimmy’s hair hadn't changed in the slightest, unless you count the aggression in it.
The blood was a familiar taste in this kiss, and the fact that it probably wasn't either of theirs didn't detract from it at all.
It almost made Jimmy want it all back.
When they broke apart for air for maybe the fifth or sixth time, Scott pushed Jimmy back dangerously roughly for someone who had… what was it… somewhere around 30 minutes left. He realized this and corrected his actions by pulling Jimmy close again, once more wiping blood off his face.
“I love you,” Scott murmured.
This time when he said it, Jimmy didn't feel the usual expectation to say it back.
So, like every time before that but after the time he didn't want to think about, he didn't acknowledge it.
He instead stepped back, raised his crossbow, and pulled the trigger.
For what it's worth, Scott regained composure quickly, offering a jovial “bye!” as he fell to his death.