Is this some weird fucked-up purgatory? This would make the second time Jay's died but not really, but even at this point, Tim doesn't think he has it in him to complain. Not even to the Rift.

Please. If there's even the remotest chance - fuck. He doubted he'd ever truly be friends with the man but Jay was just another victim who deserved to make it out of Tim's mess alive. He didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve it then and he doesn't deserve it now.

"Well. Uh." He looks away, chewing his lower lip as he gets to his feet more slowly. "I guess it's - this is my - " Mess probably isn't the best word for it. " - problem," he edits himself mid-sentence. "I should probably - I mean, that way Jay would know. You know?"

Like he's being all that coherent right now anyway. But Bee did say she doesn't really need words to get a picture.

"You, um, you want some coffee or something?" he says, unable to shake away the immediate association with Jay's awkward, half-assed attempts to patch everything he touched.