[It's instinct the way he plasters himself to the wall the second Jake is through the door, a bone deep warning that sends his pulse through the roof. He doesn't flee the room though and it's a testament to the severity of the situation. It helps that when he closes his eyes and listens to Jake's words, it's harder for the fear to consume him when all he can hear is a brother's anguish over the pain of his younger sibling.
(The fear isn't gone, he isn't sure if it'll ever be gone, it just doesn't matter as much.)
He stays there pressed against the wall, listening to Jake and trying not to flinch when he opens his eyes again and sees the way Jake is nosing at Finn. Then Jake turns to look at him and where there might have been a spike of fear before, there's only a rolling seething hatred now at the utterance of that name. His eyes flash with anger, momentarily distracted entirely from the fact that there is a dog only a few feet away from him.]
Yes, [he hisses, and closes his eyes again but this time to try to restrain his anger, not his fear.]
They were training. [The venom with which he spits out the last word makes it clear how pathetic he thinks that excuse.]
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(The fear isn't gone, he isn't sure if it'll ever be gone, it just doesn't matter as much.)
He stays there pressed against the wall, listening to Jake and trying not to flinch when he opens his eyes again and sees the way Jake is nosing at Finn. Then Jake turns to look at him and where there might have been a spike of fear before, there's only a rolling seething hatred now at the utterance of that name. His eyes flash with anger, momentarily distracted entirely from the fact that there is a dog only a few feet away from him.]
Yes, [he hisses, and closes his eyes again but this time to try to restrain his anger, not his fear.]
They were training. [The venom with which he spits out the last word makes it clear how pathetic he thinks that excuse.]