No--  [ Don't pull it, don't pull it don't--Harlan pulls the knife, and while it's back in before he knows it, it's nowhere near any place helpful. Tim's breath catches hard in his throat and bursts out with a wet moan when Harlan turns back to the table. ] --blease-- 

[ He isn't paying attention like he should, but Harlan is still giving him plenty to learn from, and not strictly about his threshold for being stabbed. Later, laying awake and sickly, he'll find the precision and play uncomfortably familiar. Later, he'll think about the hand on his knee and the cheeky deal-making suspicious. Later, probably, he'll be able to pull the whole picture together on this guy.

[ A knife. Another knife. Tim sniffs and coughs and leaks blood with the snot and spit. ] Block--block it. Plug it, I gotta--I gotta breathe, please, I'll be good, I'll be--plug it. Plug it.