"Really?" Jay frowns, perplexed. "Maybe it's random, then."

"Who's Bee?" wonders Omit, dipping his hoof unconcernedly in the water. Jay falls into step beside him, unwilling to let hardly any distance grow after that first traumatic experience, and eventually kicks off his shoes to follow. He really, really needs a nice dream, just a relaxing time. He barely remembers the last one. Blotted it out of his memory as best he could. But the memory doesn't matter when the feeling is still there. Tim needs it too, he's sure.