It happens. Sometimes Jay steals Tim's lighter and they get separated and Jay decides to commit arson because it seems like a good idea at the time.

Because Jay's tired of feeling useless. Well, given how all this ended up, maybe he's been feeling useless for a reason.

"Was on the other side of..." Jay gestures vaguely down the street. "Y'know."

If he's not making sense, he hopes Tim'll step in. Between the headache and the rest of it, Jay's honestly impressed he's still standing.

He catches Tim's eye, but he can't hold the eye contact for long. Instead, focused firmly on the ground, he digs in his pocket and pulls out the lighter. "Here." He holds it out in Tim's general direction. "Sorry."

The last word slurs together into one syllable, barely audible, but he hopes Tim gets the idea.