Jay startles, looking at him with wide eyes, feeling himself sit up a little straighter as Tim goes on. It seems like he's angry, but he's - he's not. He's just... very aggressively asking innocuous questions.
"I..." He blinks for a minute, not sure how to answer. He feels tensed-up, put on the spot, but he also feels sort of... honored. A little swell of warmth in his chest, a weird good feeling he has no idea what to do with.
They are friends. Tim actually does mean it.
He has a friend.
"Um." He turns away, feeling himself flush hot. "Uh. Well." These are simple questions. It's not like he's going to lie on any of those. He can do it. "My, uh, my birthday's June 25th." He swallows. 'Favorite color' is weirdly difficult. He doesn't really think about that too often. "I guess my favorite color... well, it was red when I was a kid." He shrugs awkwardly. "Kinda not anymore." He looks at his hands. "I, um, well, I majored in film production. You probably knew that once, at least, before we... forgot everything." Maybe. Did they ever exchange more than a few words after running through the rain, or running lines at Brian's house? Who fucking knows.
"I was gonna try making my own project after we were done with Marble Hornets," he says, sort of lapsing easily into the explanation now that he's not going off direct questions. "But... Alex left, and... I dunno. I guess I just... I figured I'd do something later, and... I never did." He feels a slight itch and he draws the same sort of breath that usually preempts a sneeze, but manages not to. He grimaces and says, "Well, I never made a movie."
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"I..." He blinks for a minute, not sure how to answer. He feels tensed-up, put on the spot, but he also feels sort of... honored. A little swell of warmth in his chest, a weird good feeling he has no idea what to do with.
They are friends. Tim actually does mean it.
He has a friend.
"Um." He turns away, feeling himself flush hot. "Uh. Well." These are simple questions. It's not like he's going to lie on any of those. He can do it. "My, uh, my birthday's June 25th." He swallows. 'Favorite color' is weirdly difficult. He doesn't really think about that too often. "I guess my favorite color... well, it was red when I was a kid." He shrugs awkwardly. "Kinda not anymore." He looks at his hands. "I, um, well, I majored in film production. You probably knew that once, at least, before we... forgot everything." Maybe. Did they ever exchange more than a few words after running through the rain, or running lines at Brian's house? Who fucking knows.
"I was gonna try making my own project after we were done with Marble Hornets," he says, sort of lapsing easily into the explanation now that he's not going off direct questions. "But... Alex left, and... I dunno. I guess I just... I figured I'd do something later, and... I never did." He feels a slight itch and he draws the same sort of breath that usually preempts a sneeze, but manages not to. He grimaces and says, "Well, I never made a movie."