[Seeing Tim with a cup of some mystery party drink strikes Jay as fundamentally wrong, though he can't quite put his finger on why. He smokes like a furnace, so it's not like he's straight-edge or anything. He hasn't seen Tim drink before, but Tim hasn't seen him drink either.]
[Too risky.]
[He winces at the nickname. Hotshot. He's not sure if that's better or worse than sport, but he's leaning toward worse.]
You said there was a lot I missed.
[And chances are that isn't a lie, but it's not like Jay can trust a single word out of this guy's mouth. Even when he's speaking the capital-T Truth, scrawled across the mirror and across notebook pages and across frames saved and backed up and password-locked.]
no subject
[Too risky.]
[He winces at the nickname. Hotshot. He's not sure if that's better or worse than sport, but he's leaning toward worse.]
You said there was a lot I missed.
[And chances are that isn't a lie, but it's not like Jay can trust a single word out of this guy's mouth.
Even when he's speaking the capital-T Truth, scrawled across the mirror and across notebook pages and across frames saved and backed up and password-locked.]Would you mind...clarifying that?