He's no expert on what the hell Jay's just been talking about, or what even just happened, but there's no mistaking the familiar, defeated slope to Jay's shoulders, the way he slouches there with his hand scrubbing over his eyes.

"Jay. Hey." The word is low and careful, and he slides off the edge of the bed to crouch at Jay's height. Fuck. If something did happen, and neither of them have any knowledge or memory of it whatsoever -

Can't worry about that now. Not right now.

"Walk me through it, okay? Tell me what happened, specifically. Maybe it'll...I dunno." He shrugs, a helpless jerk of the shoulders. He's not what you'd call optimistic, but if he can contextualize what even happened, it'd be a start. "Maybe it'll jog something."