"Oh." Jay loks back at the floor. "Okay. Yeah. That makes sense."

It does. They could each do with space. Separation from each other. Especially now.

"You can take some of the dishes or whatever, I don't... need all of them," he mumbles with a weary gesture at the kitchen. He's trying not to look kicked, rejected, because that's not what this is, he tells himself fiercely, it's not, and he really doesn't need Tim scorning him for being clingy or something, not right now.