Jimmy shoves his hands in his pockets, walks toward the woods without really considering where he's going. One minute he's bashing Johnny's head against the locker, and the next he's out in the sunshine, with the wasps still buzzing inside his head, up his back.
Heads for his tree, and has the lock box out and a cigarette in his hand before he even knows he's standing still. First hit off the nicotine, and he breathes. Sits under the oak, closes his eyes, and waits.
Isn't half done with the cig when the leaves rustle. He looks up at Kel.
"Don't say it."