Jay considers his wingspan. He considers the width of the stairwell.

He sighs.

"Yeah, might do the same."

He's not keen on the idea of throwing himself out the window in the middle of the night, either. He has actual wings, and he feels like he's supposed to do something with them, but it's safest to just hunker down and wait. As the thought crosses his mind, his feathers fluff out, and he feels a bit warmer.

This would be better with coffee. Even better with something to watch.

At least he's got company.