“I guess, yeah.”

The weight of what goes unsaid stretches between them, but he’s got no clue how to start, considering the way things kicked off. The intention of telling Jay something or another, making a choice to cross that line, that died in the wake of a spontaneous shouting match he doesn’t have any hope of salvaging.

Or any inclination.

“You should maybe wash that shit off,” he says, nodding at Jay’s arms wearily. “Probably best if you forget too, huh?”