Never should've asked. Never should've pried. Didn't he learn from Jay's own ill-advised endeavors? Didn't he learn not to fucking dig into someone else's secrets?

"You sure?" He doesn't look okay. Then again, Jay always looks like he's at the very end of his rope, plagued by sleepless nights and worn to a thready skeletal frame. "You look kinda..."

He doesn't complete the thought.

"Should've gotten you help back home. I should've - " He trails off again, jaw setting. He'd tried. He'd tried but it hadn't resolved itself, largely because Jay couldn't go in for mental health treatment if he was dead.