Tim doesn't rise to the bait, doesn't try and turn what Jay just handed him against him. He just sighs and takes it onto himself. Not everybody's this weird about memorizing names, Jay. Not everybody treats their classmates like they're trading cards.

Still, it's hard to keep the defenses up when the other guy's attacking himself.

"Yeah." That desk's empty more often than not. Jay has wondered more than once how Tim manages to get his homework in. "You, uh...skip, or d'you just have, like...weird luck with getting sick?"

Jay takes a breath, trying to get the adrenaline to shut up and let him do what he's up here to do. Jay focuses on the color of the ground, tracing the patterns surrounding the tree trunks, looking for any spots that are too broad, lines that are too straight. He thought he saw the trail before, but he's got to make sure before he goes swooping down there to check.

He doesn't want to have to get back up again.