Ever since they were small, Jake was always the first one to sense when Finn was in trouble or needed help -- even gross help, like a diaper change or teething ring. He was even quicker than their parents, able to read the inscrutable little baby faces on the edge of tears as if they were fully formed words. There were nights when Margaret woke to check on the human babe, only to find a 5-year old Jake cradling him in her big chair and chatting him through to the other side of a nightmare.
It was remarkable, honestly. Even more remarkable was how it never went away, even as Finn grew (so, so slowly) and those needs became more and more complicated. Their father like to say that they were cut from the same cloth, their mother thought maybe they'd known each other in another life. Jermaine used to say it was just luck, even if only to himself.
The few times he tried to sneak into Finn's room and mimic those encounters universally ended in disaster -- tantrums, scolding from his parents, fat human baby tears. Whatever instincts Jake seemed to have inherently, Jermaine never got them. So while Jake stays silent and squeezes the hand he'd taken, already fully anticipating what was coming, Jermaine barrels forward blindly.
"Uh, barely!" He reminds them both, jutting a hand out towards the ocean where the golem once stood. "Please tell me that's not how close it is every time y'all fight a beastie, 'cuz I'm never gonna sleep again. Like, Finn, what happened man!? If Jake hadn't heard me through all-a that sand, both of you would've been toast!"
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It was remarkable, honestly. Even more remarkable was how it never went away, even as Finn grew (so, so slowly) and those needs became more and more complicated. Their father like to say that they were cut from the same cloth, their mother thought maybe they'd known each other in another life. Jermaine used to say it was just luck, even if only to himself.
The few times he tried to sneak into Finn's room and mimic those encounters universally ended in disaster -- tantrums, scolding from his parents, fat human baby tears. Whatever instincts Jake seemed to have inherently, Jermaine never got them. So while Jake stays silent and squeezes the hand he'd taken, already fully anticipating what was coming, Jermaine barrels forward blindly.
"Uh, barely!" He reminds them both, jutting a hand out towards the ocean where the golem once stood. "Please tell me that's not how close it is every time y'all fight a beastie, 'cuz I'm never gonna sleep again. Like, Finn, what happened man!? If Jake hadn't heard me through all-a that sand, both of you would've been toast!"