Thank god he finally takes it. Jay steps in and closes the door behind him, leaning back as he watches Tim inspect it. Jay feels his shoulders relaxing slowly, feels himself making a little ghost of a smile even. Tim does like it. This was a good move.

The eye contact is difficult to meet but he forces himself to hold it for at least a few moments before looking down at his shoes.

"I just thought..." He shrugs and makes his way further into the apartment, aiming to sit himself down on the couch. "You should have something. You know, something you... want to use. Since we're like... actually living somewhere again." He hunches over, gripping his elbows, keeping an eye on Tim.