He'd only just barely walked in the door after leaving work. He was tired, and kinda wished he could just go crawl into bed. But not so. He had places to be, people to meet... asses to kick. It didn't take him long to spot the text from Will. So they had to be in a certain distance of each other for the powers to even work? Who came up with these weird rules, anyway? He quickly typed in a response, "Well good thing we're figuring that out now instead of in the middle of a fight, y'know?" and hit send. After that he set the phone down on the counter and went into the one bedroom of his apartment. He needed to get the hell out of his janitorial clothes. They weren't uncomfortable or anything, but by the end of the day they usually started to smell like sweat and bathroom cleaning solution, and that smell was just annoying.

So for several minutes, Jay was in the bathroom taking a shower followed by putting on some non-sweaty casual clothes. It was while he was in the shower that he really started to think and realize just how completely weird his life had become. It was a lot take in, especially for someone still in the process of dealing with the death of their dad and best friend. He was the oldest and therefore had to at least put on the front of being the strong responsible one. But the truth was Jay had no fucking idea what he was doing. At this point he might as well have been playing all of this by ear. And sometimes it felt like these rare times when he was alone that he could just vent, even if no one was around to actually listen to him.

He paused a moment while drying off. There it was, that... feeling he got whenever Will was somewhere around. That was going to take some getting used to, and... Jay wasn't even remotely used it yet. He threw his clothes on and checked his phone. Another message from Will. This time Jay didn't bother replying, thanks to the weird energy sensing thing he knew Will would be showing up any minute now and so there was no point in texting anything back. Instead he just pocketed the phone and went out of the door. From there he climbed the stairs that would take him up to the roof exit.

Will was already out there waiting for him. He asked something about names, and Jay just shrugged. "Beats me." he said as he pulled an ice chest out of a nearby hiding spot and opened it up. These little rooftop meetings had taught him to keep a couple of folding chairs and stash of drinks on the roof. He pulled out a whisky bottle that looked about half empty and popped it open with a shrug and took a drink out of it. Then used his foot to slide the chest over in Will's direction, "Thirsty?" He didn't just keep liquor in there. There was some waters and sodas too, since Will wasn't exactly a drinker. Or even old enough to legally drink in the first place, for that matter. Not that Jay would stopped him if he decided to grab a beer or something out of the cooler.