"What?" Jay's nose wrinkles, eyebrows furrowed. "How do you--?"

She's not wrong. He hasn't had what you'd call friends in years, and it's not like Tim's gonna trust him after...well, he's not gonna trust Tim either, but that's different. They both screwed up, maybe. He'll grant that.

"Sure. Yeah, I'm not...it's not like I brought anybody here with me."

The chances that Alex or Jessica or Tim or anybody he knows ended up here? Slim to none. So sure. He's back to working solo.