"An apology is a good way to have the last word." -unknown
The doors slide open and Tony walks in, heading straight for his partner. Tony has something he wants to say to the younger agent, and it is obvious in his determined stride. He stops beside Tim awkwardly, then sighs and leans against the table.
"Hey, Probie." He bites his lip. He has a lot he wants to say, but he's unsure how to start. "Look I- I'm sorry about this morning. I was just cranky. I didn't mean what I said." He looks hopefully at Tim, but gets no reply. "I had a bad morning. Alarm didn't go off, got stuck in traffic, the works. And you- you were being nice to me. You were so cheerful this morning, and it made me even grumpier, and- I'm sorry. I just snapped. I didn't mean what I said."
Tim's gotten good at ignoring Tony over the years, but somehow this time is different. Tony doesn't know if he should continue, but he wants to get the words out while he can, so he plows on.
"I know I really upset you, and I'm sorry. But you were so great today, out in the field… you didn't let your emotions get in the way. I did, and I-" he pauses, thinks. "I shouldn't have. I should know better by know. I mean, I do know better. I don't know why this time was different…" he trails off, not even expecting a reply this time. He knows Tim won't answer, so he keeps talking. "Ok, I do know why. I wasn't distracted because of my bad morning. I was- I was feeling guilty, ok? I know that you were hurt by what I said and I just-" he laughs humorlessly. "You're my best friend, Probie. And you looked so sad, and it was because of me and what I said and I just couldn't focus, and-" he lets out a breath. "I am so sorry."
Hesitantly, Tony puts a shaking hand on Tim's shoulder. Tim doesn't react, but Tony's no longer expecting anything from him.
"I'm sorry," Tony whispers again, giving the shoulder a slight squeeze. He can't stand the silence any longer, and he leaves.
A single tear escapes as the Autopsy doors shut behind him.