I'm not doing this 'cause I think I owe you, it's...

[Jay's shoulders hike up, tension drawn across his back.]

[Nice as it'd be to just pretend it didn't happen, that's not an option at this point.]

Look, I was acting...erratic, so I get why you...like, it's...it makes sense why you thought it wasn't...me, anymore. It's not like I made it any easier.

[Jay throttles down the desire to switch off the camera. He doesn't have an audience anymore. Still, his voice gets quieter, and he stares hard at the carpet, not looking at the attempted murderer holding onto his cat.]

[God, they're terrible at this. All of it. What kind of friends have tried to kill each other multiple times, misunderstandings or aliens screwing with their brains or not?]

Can I ask a stupid question?