"Yeah, well," Jay starts to zing back, but then he can't think of anything appropriately snide, so he ends up sort of sheepishly muttering, "Thanks."

He's not really okay but that's not new. The question is more immediate than that. He and Tim know not to ask each other that kind of thing and mean it on any level deeper than 'right this second'. 'You okay' as in 'you're not fatally wounded, right?' Jay used to ask it all the time. And mean it. Are you okay, Tim? But he knows that's pretty pointless by now.

"I feel great," he says, simultaneously droll and manic. He eyes Tim, all smeared up with blood and dirt. "You look about as great as I feel." If that clears things up.