Jay perks up at that little tidbit. It was a good guess, then - maybe even a great one. He remembered something and he acted impulsively and it was a good thing.

"Yeah," he says. "I mean. I'm glad it's... yeah." He watches Tim tune the thing for a moment. "You're welcome," he adds softly, finally.

He doesn't remember ever doing this for anyone, really. Getting someone something, just an earnest act of kindness. It wasn't really something he had in him, after a while, and he doesn't remember much of what he was like before that. So much of him is gone now. All he knows is he wants to do better. Having a second, third, fourth chance at life is - well, he's extremely fucking lucky, and he's going to be goddamn grateful. He's going to do things right. At least some things. This one thing.

He toes off his shoes after a moment and folds his legs onto the sofa, looking absurdly like a kid waiting for story time. He's never seen Tim - not in person, not that he can remember - do anything he really seemed to enjoy. Everything was always fraught and desperate with them barely clinging to their bullshit lives, barely able to tolerate each other without ever asking questions, and now - this is unrecognizable to him. But he likes it. He could really fucking get used to this.

"Can you play anything?" he asks after a moment.