An anxious hum vibrated between Jermaine's grit teeth, standing as well with hands outstretched. It was a sort of stupid gesture in retrospect -- as if he was going to physically hold Finn in one piece? It seemed like something Jake might do, only Jake could probably literally do just that. Jermaine had never felt more like just a dog in his whole life, which was saying something.

"Do--do you want to keep talking?" He asks, genuinely seeming to look to his panicking brother for answers. "Or you could maybe take the pajamas off? I've changed your diaper so no judgments here, y'know?"

He was nervous, which meant talking too much. Maybe if he was more capable of paying attention, he'd notice the ambient shower noise was no longer sounding.