In the absence of an armchair, Jay's sitting on the ground, his back up against the foot of the bed. He's in full view of the camera.

He jumps when Tim opens the door, but after a moment to process who it is, he sinks back to the point of half-sleep he'd unintentionally reached while waiting. He's not actually asleep. He's just not really thinking about anything is all.

Tim asked a question, didn't he? Jay nods, head lolling.

Maybe he's more exhausted than he thought. Maybe.

"You lock the door?" he mumbles.