Jay is running now, looking straight at the Cornucopia, heart beating in his mouth and his breath catching in his chest. Then, he hears a noise, half-animal. At first, wildly, he thinks it's a cow or something similar. He turns around, smoothly and seeing R, laughs in relief (and out of nerves) and hurries to him. (He has to admit that the Wesker cosplay is easy to move in, far less encumbering than what he's used to wearing. But then again, so is being naked.) He bends down slightly and reaches out to provide R an arm to cling to, concerned and anxious -- R looks a lot worse than he did in the Capitol, much more dead. Jay wonders how the hell he missed this the first time he laid eyes on him. Had he really been so preoccupied? No matter, now -- maybe R had just started to rot when he and Jay met -- survival is more important.

"I'm not sure I can drag you to your feet, darling," he breathes. "But you can at least brace yourself against me. Are you ... are you okay? You look ... you look terrible, darling."

He's speaking so quickly that it's likely R won't quite pick up on what he's saying, but he's nervous and thus prone to gabbling. His mouth runs while his brain idles.