Rook rolls his eyes and then glares at Jay, his jaw tightening. Is he going to have to spell it out?

"Go away," he shouts back. "Text me if you need something."

He'll twist himself into a pretzel if Jay does need something, that's for sure. He's always done that and will continue to do so as long as he isn't going to kill himself with work. But other than that, there's nothing for him here.