"Okay," says Jay. Can't blame him. He pours himself coffee and returns to his post by the window, staring into his cup and listening to the water run.

He's only had half his coffee by the time Tim gets out. He looks over, dull and numb. Good as new, sort of.

"I'm sorry I couldn't do more," he says, like he's been waiting to say it this whole time, when really it just tumbles out.