Of course he did. Of course he just wanted to see what he had to say. That was what Tim thought at first too, and then, hey, as it turns out even that's not as harmless as you'd think! But that rift in Jay's voice is all too familiar, and Tim falls obediently, reluctantly, silent, his free hand flexing into a fist and out again.

"You're saying he...what? Made you?" Surely he couldn't have. That's not possible, no matter how good he is at making listening to him sound appealing. To the right audience, anyway. Figures that Tim's polar opposite would be a charismatic son of a bitch.

"How's that possible? I mean, he's - he's still me."