He knows that first voice, turns his head towards David with what feels like urgency but is in fact lethargy. He would’ve preferred Sooraya found him, she’d understand the sacrifice, or Sofia, at least she’d empathize and agree not to tell anyone. Melody would rat him out to Mama or Sam before the night was out.

David will have to be convinced that Jay giving his wings back to God was the right thing, and that’s… that’s a tall order when he’s so tired. So cold.

In the whirlwind seduction of religion and grief and turmoil, Jay never stopped to consider how he would explain agreeing to the amputation. He’d tried to tell his friends he thought Stryker might be right, but no one wanted to listen. They never did when they were upset.

Someone else is coming, and every new person is a chance that the wrong person will find him. Tomorrow. He’ll get David on his side after he sleeps it off, if David just helps him get inside now. He can’t manage the heavy door on his own. Must be reinforced again; he couldn’t get it open.

Jay reaches a bloodied hand towards his friend and slurs out, “m’room?”