"Y-yeah." He's trying to figure out how to read Tim's reaction. Tim is so hard to read, and he always has been. He's... startled, sure. Why wouldn't he be? Why would Jay have done this - just gotten him something kind of fancy and nice and personal? It's not like Jay's ever done anything like that for him before.

Christ, he's always been such a shitty friend.

But he doesn't want to allude to that, not right now. For fuck's sake. This is just something he did to be nice, not to assuage his own guilt or some shit.

"Oh, it - it was on one of the tapes you gave me," he says. Tim still hasn't actually taken the thing, leaving him holding it awkwardly. "One of those... behind-the-scenes things Alex had you film, where he was asking you to do the, um, the soundtrack for the Marble Hornets trailer?" He swallows thickly. "And I remember you had, uh, a lot of instruments, so I thought maybe..."

He lets himself trail off.

"Do you like it?" he asks finally, absurdly. Tim hasn't even opened the case to get a look at it yet.