There's a moment, a handful of seconds, where it almost looks like Tim's about to laugh. The corner of his mouth twitches, twists at an awkward angle, ever so slightly askew. He blinks rapidly and attempts to look anywhere but at the way Jay clutches at the strings, the sound of someone trying to play an instrument he's plainly never played before.

But he...tried it anyway, didn't he? He used to play bass. And Tim - well, he never asked, so he never knew, did he? Would it have fucking killed him to ask one thing about the personal guy's life, anything at all?

"I didn't know." The ukulele is abruptly a hell of a weight in his hands, and he lays it across the bench instead. "You...I didn't know you played."