Jay snorts. It feels like a bad joke. "Film." He pulls the camera away from his face for a second, tilting it as if to say, 'See how it paid off?'

"Alex was...in some of my classes, but he was going the more...theory route, I think." He tried to think back to his electives. "I ended up with more production stuff. Probably because it fit better with my schedule."

He thinks back to being younger, to standing hunched in front of the VCR, fast-forwarding through a movie so he could watch the "making of" clips at the end. Was that why?

"You'd think the practical stuff'd be more likely to get you a job, but..." Jay shrugs, the movement lopsided from holding the camera.

After a moment of uncomfortable silence, he remembers: this is the part where you're supposed to pass it back to the other person.

"...You?"