He ducks his head and hisses as he inhales (tensing up, involuntarily) when Henry flexes the arm outwards, working the shoulder back into the joint.

ow ow ow fucking mother of fuck almost there

Jay exhales a breath he wasn't aware he was holding and nods rapidly, pitching forward with relief when the joint finally is back in the correct alignment.

"Oh thank god. Yeah," he nods a little more. "Y'got it."