Rook knows already when the foreman gestures him to come down that Jay came up with a way to get him off the fucking beam. He barely listens to the foreman at all when he's guided back to the container office.

He chucks away his mask and gloves, taking out his clock card as he looks at Jay from the door without stepping into the office.

"You win. You have two fucking seconds to come out of there. I'll buy you a hotdog and then you're gone."

Anyone else in the whole fucking wide world and Rook would have probably dragged their face across some of the nicely rough cement around the construction site.