Jake reacts in stages. The disappearance of the food hits him first, a spike of physical need overriding everything else for a few primal moments. Finn hits him next, quite literally, his grip tight and needy with the kind of emotional heft that couldn't be anything but real. Jake expands himself a bit -- maintaining that base Jake-shape -- to keep the hug feeling familiar and soft, not boney and uncomfortable. It was semi-automatic, his own emotions still processing a step slower than Finn as he sees the expanse of white spin around him. Every so often, a yellow shape would pass by in a blur. In other moments, the fuzzy impression of the Mars door. Magic--no, Normal--no, King Man standing just outside it with his usual smile on.

Finn doesn't let go of him for the entire time back. Whether it was holding onto him physically, holding his hand, or just having a hand to his back. He missed a step once, swooning a bit from hunger, and that only made it worse. About twenty boiled eggs later and Jake was feeling a little more himself. Finn, on the other hand, just seemed even more clingy.

Jermaine was there too -- notably not clingy. They'd hugged, quite tightly, which felt good. Jake did plenty of soul searching up there, and facing the possibility of his last conversation with his brother being a fight didn't sit well. Still, it seemed clear to both brothers that their own reunion would need to wait for a bit. Finn needed some focus now, and Jake was more than happy to provide it. He may have been feeling a little clingy for him, too.

Finn carried both of them into the Mars transporter, both of them clinging tightly to him as they begin their light speed jettison back to Earth and Ooo. Jermaine and Jake locked eyes once or twice on that journey.

Oh yeah. A talk was coming, that was for sure.