She's still got more common sense and street smarts than the pair of them combined, which isn't saying much but just based on how she handled herself, it's fair to say she knows what the hell she's doing.

He lets her berate him - both of them - even if he can't meet her eyes in the process. If he'd just sat and waited, she would've come anyway, making his entire stupid endeavor even more pointlessly idiotic.

He opens his mouth for an automatic rebuttal and finds he's too exhausted to snap anything back. She's right. And Jay's trembling, and they're both rank with the scent of something long-dead. The skin on his knees at the base of his palms feels raw, abraded, and the rest of him aches.

"We did," he mutters. So much for that meeting up plan taking them very far at all, huh? "Kinda got separated, so."

So Jay decided to burn a house. It happens.