Jay looks up then, unable to quell the urge to fight back, even as small and absurdly helpless as he is. "What are you talking about?" he snaps. "I was trying to help you. And I was scared. I didn't know what you were going to say. How is that using you?" He picks himself up, dragging himself to his feet. At least Tim can't punch him when he's like this, he thinks coldly.