The energy of the room seemed to change on a dime; the formerly cozy and quiet Finn now roiling with anxiety. It was almost as if that anxiety took on a physical form, writhing just beneath his little brother's skin. Visible to the naked eye, if only he could manage to slow Finn down long enough to look at him.

"Hey, hey..." Jermaine tried for soothing, but it came out a little anxious in his own right. How did Jake do this? Watching him, it all looked so easy. Was it as simple as saying the right words in the right order, or was there some ineffable secret something that Jake had that he lacked? "Just, sit back down, Finn, you're working yourself up--"