He's actually thanking him. Well, it's more than anything Jay ever did for him. They're both fucked and they know it - for all his gritted-teeth stubborn persistence and unnatural talent for worming his way out of the shittiest of all shit situations, it's glaringly apparent that one of them, maybe both, won't be walking away from this.

So he goes down trying to save some doomed bastard from a burning building. Given his grand life's story, that's not such a bad way to go.

He refrains from venturing immediately after, barely resisting the urge to reach out and steady the guy as he shuffles his way across.

The wood is groaning beneath his feet, and then with a high, sharp, splintering sound -

- his foot plunges through the paper-fragile wood.

His palms scrape over wood as he snatches out desperately for a handhold, fingernails raking over the ashen matchwood until the pads of his fingers are wet and slippery with red but he's slipping further, further, sinking into the softening wood and shit. That's at least a full story drop, but the impact will bring him right through the floor to the next, and the next, and that's - that's not something you just walk off. Shit.

"Go, go," he pants, breathless, the words choked and taut in his throat between each rasping cough. "Go go go go go go go - !"

And then he's falling.