"I'm...what?" Jay, it's who-gives-a-shit o' clock in the morning, and he is not in the mood. "Remember from what? Jay, what the hell?"

He's definitely elapsed his five seconds, but Tim's also not about to shut the door on a cryptic hint like that. He doesn't need this right now, but where the hell else is Jay gonna go? Back to his room, to spiral downward into his own paranoia?

Like hell.

Tim sighs and lets the door swing open the rest of the way, scrubbing a hand across his weary face.

"...c'mon."