He holds Johnny's look steadily, mingled gratitude and the paranoia he wishes doesn't show but probably does because it's just so goddamned natural an instinct he can't stamp out.

The door closes, both on Johnny and that brand new conflict, prompting Jay's most tactlessly invasive question of all time. He flashes Jay a glare from beneath lowered brows.

"Yeah," he says, making absolutely no effort to keep the defensive note out of his voice. "I do. He gets the kind of stuff we deal with, okay?"

He half-turns, snorting softly as he sets down his mug and starts half-cramming some of his scattered belongings into the deflated duffel lurking in the corner of the room.