[A tangled-up snatch of thought, something like: how much has he figured out and what is he going to ask and, a little softer, never wanted anyone to--, all abruptly drowned out by a, pull it together, he can hear you--
The thoughts go quiet at that, but don't actually stop, although they're hard to hear when Jay sends out a short,]
Nothing. I'm fine. [Another few seconds pass, and then he sends a more tentative:] What about you? Are you all right?
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The thoughts go quiet at that, but don't actually stop, although they're hard to hear when Jay sends out a short,]
Nothing. I'm fine. [Another few seconds pass, and then he sends a more tentative:] What about you? Are you all right?