He snorts, trying and failing to picture Jay in some oversized sweater that probably resembled a goddamn carnival tent on the stick of a guy in comparison to Brian's broad-shouldered frame. God. A Kralie film stoner sequence. He would pay to see the footage for that. Why didn't Jay put any of that up.

"Documentaries on hotels." Tim leans back, his smirk broadening. "I mean, to your credit, it was technically true. And your camera work's not half-bad." He almost snickers, looking at Jay archly. "When you're not pointing it at your feet, that is."