Following people is a pain in the ass, Jay is quickly learning, but he manages, trailing after the guy as close as he can, clinging to the hope that he's being led somewhere. When the man finally stops and turns to his general direction, and speaks to him, he lets out a soft, desperately relieved laugh - before again having to face that issue of now what.

What can he do? He can't answer in the normal way. He casts around for something to work with. He tries to pick up a rock but he can't touch that anymore than he can touch a person.

Well, at least they can kind of feel that. So far that's all he has.

Reluctantly but choosing not to waste anymore time, not wanting to lose this guy's interest, he reaches out and gingerly dips his fingers through his hand.