Jason breathes out a sound that falls short of a laugh, not a sigh, just air squeezed from his lungs, short and unhappy. That'd started as such a good day. Surreal, bizarre, even, in the context of the rest of his life, but enough to startle him out of his bad mood and into something better. For a little while.

"You mad at me for that, too?" he asks. Worried as he'd been for Lux by the middle of it, Tim leaving early hadn't escaped his notice.