The pronoun use hasn't escaped him. The full power of Tim's uneven wariness sharpens fully, fixing on the man in front of him - who seems friendly and earnest and set in his belief that he must be helping people, he must be, he - he can't not be.

The complete lack of self-awareness about his own naivete. The initial disarming approach. The overwhelming desire to help, to convince Tim that he's trying to help.

Well. It's one hundred percent Jay. It's the exact same fucking tactic, except that won't work on Tim twice.

"Sure," Tim says sharply, dubiously, hand tight around the tiny orange bottle in his pocket that is going to stay in his pocket, well and truly out of sight. "Sure you are. And it's my personal choice to stay out of it."