Jay feels so tired. He's grateful everyone else is picking up the pieces of this mess, a mess he still feels at fault for, because he feels certain he's going to pass out at any moment. He leads her back to Tim's apartment, unlocking it without answering.

"Um." He steps in and watches her gather her things. He wants to say no. Get away from me while you still can. Just go back to your nice life, get on with your day.

"M-maybe," stumbles out of him instead, and he suddenly sways and crashes to the floor, his knees buckling entirely under his weight. He's trembling all over. He can't breathe.