Tim frowns, now squinting fiercely at the space where he's certain he saw Jay's face flutter in the corner of his vision, but there's nothing.

When the planchette finally shifts again, Tim can't suppress the loud snort that shakes his shoulders.

"It's something, right?" he says, and god but he hopes Jay comes back properly soon, because he's really not suited to the task of being the optimistic one. "It's an improvement. That's good."