Okay. Okay. They're following him, sort of loping gently along, not like angling to tackle him down. Jay feels oddly comforted, tries not to think too carefully about that, feeling like if he analyzes it for a second he'll just psych himself out. Fortunately he only has enough wherewithal to focus on what is immediately happening. Tim - Tim's proverbial roommate - is following him. They are communicating. Sort of.

This is progress.

Jay doesn't quite manage to turn his back, still, so he ends up sort of strafing along awkwardly, trying to lead them on the path to their building. Not too far away, thank fuck. He ends up almost tripping over the dropped Troll 2 DVD and lets out a hollow laugh. Well hey. It was all worth it.

He picks it up and keeps moving, keeping his eyes on Tim, feeling uncomfortably like he's using himself as bait.

Just a couple blocks of this.

Then they can get home.

And then... something.