For a second, he genuinely thinks Jay's gonna snap at him for suggesting it. He almost looks like he's about to, like he's got a mind to - and who could blame him? It's not like they're friends. It's not like they're anything but on-again off-again allies, wobbling distrustfully along, trying to piece together answers when Tim's holding possession of half the board.

Okay.

Tim releases a breath he didn't realize he was holding, blowing it softly out between parted lips.

"Yeah. Go for it." He reaches over and scrapes the window open, peers outside. It's a hot night. He slides it shut again, as if the complete break from his own routine would mask the fact that it's a front for what he's about to say next. "I'm gonna grab a smoke real quick."