[Jay's chest constricts. Panic, it's panic he's feeling, and he'd like it to fucking stop, please.]
Well, I'd--I'd turn the camera back on for starters.
[It's not as pointed as it could be, the words gumming up in his throat. This asshole's even harder to read than his own Tim, and the uneasiness, the lack of any measure of what's going on in his head is dragging sincerity out of Jay whether he likes it or not.]
tIM
Well, I'd--I'd turn the camera back on for starters.
[It's not as pointed as it could be, the words gumming up in his throat. This asshole's even harder to read than his own Tim, and the uneasiness, the lack of any measure of what's going on in his head is dragging sincerity out of Jay whether he likes it or not.]
But seriously...don't. Like, please don't.