Jason's laugh isn't much more than a huff, but it's something. "It's okay. I don't blame you, I've been pretty fucking awful to you this year." Longer, depending on which part of his shit they're talking about, but instead of dragging them down that rabbit hole he just holds on tighter. "And I would've taken a lot longer to get my shit together and call, so. You're here, the rest of it doesn't matter."