"Yeah." Jay's actually pleased, to see him, to show his progress. He reaches out and gives Tim's palm an awkward little fist bump. There's a bit of a static tingle, but contact is made. He smiles. "I think I can hold it now. Like, it's not as - tiring as it was. So I think maybe I'm getting better."

So nice to be able to just fucking talk. Talking has never been his strong suit, it's weird to be so happy to do it.

He drifts past Tim into the apartment, not really having anywhere to go, just testing how much easier he finds it to move around now. "I feel like I'm improving pretty fast," he says. "Like, every day it's getting a lot better. So maybe..." He turns to look at Tim. "I don't know. Maybe I'm gonna... come back. Just on my own."

Is it bad luck to voice it? Well, whatever. He figures they deserve a fuckin break.