Not only was Jay pretty much floating around in his own mental world, he lacked the animalistic mutations that so many others seemed to have that would let him know when Kate was getting closer. It wasn't until she'd sat down and put her arm around him that he realized she was there at all, his head lifting a bit to look at her. When she brushed the hair back from his face he gave a half-smile to the gesture. The hug felt good. Well, good in one of those painful ways, like the person was stabbing you in the heart and giving you a kiss all at once.

There weren't any tears on his face or in his eyes, but said eyes definitely were red (although hey, there was always that possibility of the aforementioned cocaine at a show), and he looked tired. "Hey. What're you doing over here?" Besides being a good friend, obviously. There was a concert going on, and other than that there were people to socialize with and drinking to be done and fun to be had. Jay knew that he was kind of a party-killer at the moment, and he didn't want to end up dragging someone else down with him. He didn't need the secrets to be told that he kind of redefined emo and needed to get over things already, but that didn't mean he wanted others to have to suffer through it too.

So, might as well pretend like this is nothing out of the ordinary, right? Even though it probably was. Joking aside, Jay had been making progress since coming to the school, and he was definitely good about in general not moping when other were there -- he was too used to taking care of younger siblings and needing to hide the sometimes-badness of his moods for that. This impending breakdown? Not the norm. "You were pretty good out there tonight, you know." Another half-smile, slightly teasing.