A/N: I cannot stop writing about Tim and his angst.
He's not an idiot, no matter what ninety-nine percent of Dillon thinks. He can tell when someone's fixing to leave, and Lyla's been fidgeting all day.
Thing is, he knows he can't stop it. Experience makes you graceful, apparently, in life as in football.
He lets her go. Just like he let Jay go, and a whole string of people before that—some messier than others—and just like he'll keep doing, if there's someone who he's holding back.
(He's always holding someone back, it seems)
It's better this way, though. Kind of like shooting a gun—bullet's off in a flash, no chance of finding it, but it's his finger on the trigger.
Choosing, in a moment's time, to let something (someone) go.
It's almost enough to make it seem like it was his idea in the first place.