I'm not the way that you found me / I'm neither here nor there [closed]

[deadeyedchild]

Jay doesn't bother trying to follow Tim closely - he knows where he's going, and he doesn't want to have to hash out the whole elevator thing again. He focuses on allowing himself to sink down through several floors of hallway, before finally he's hovering outside Tim's door just as Tim's coming up to it. Jay wonders uneasily if Tim had tried to talk to him while he was in the elevator. It's creepy enough that he can spy on people without this additional factor of being able to just vanish while someone presumes him present. This whole situation is unsettling and awkward as hell.

But he is glad to be back, even if it's only sort of.

He drifts into Tim's apartment, where he's spent very little time. Tim had only moved out pretty recently before he re-died, and they'd been sort of avoiding each other. Trying to give space. Something.

Now Jay is pretty desperate for company, and he can't really get it.

What now?

He brushes Tim's shoulder lightly. Just a nudge. Tim has to lead the conversation, here. Won't this be fun for the whole family.

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[postictal]

"I'll - keep it in mind," he says, earnest despite the crawling need over his skin to get away, think everything over - why are the cats there, and what do they want with Jay - and ducks his head in a short nod. "Well. I got your number."

[biscuit_powered]

"Yeeeah." That's a phone thing, isn't it? She's pretty sure he's talking about the phone. "I'll, um, see you around, then," she says, heading for the door. She gives a vague nod in the general direction of the apparently empty room. "You too, Jay."

[postictal]

"Yeah," he says, not sure what else to say, if there is anything else to say. He's probably putting Jay to shame with all this shrugging and noncommittal grunting, but at least he knows, concretely, that Jay is - relatively - all right.

He wait until she's gone before closing the door fully, then breathes out a very loud sigh.