Jake's voice was soft, thought expressed almost subconsciously as stood in the bathroom doorway. He'd heard the raised voices, even if the words themselves were garbled through thick walls and expensive tile, but that did little to prepare him for seeing the confrontation with his own eyes. This had to mark the first time in history Jake finds himself regretting a hot shower.
"What the heck happened?" He says again, louder this time, stepping out from the bathroom threshold. Jermaine looks up at him with an expression Jake could only describe as caught; the guilty, shellshocked face of someone who had thoroughly fucked up.
"I--Finn just banged his knee--" Jermaine starts, rubbing the heel of his palm into his forehead, teeth grit so hard it looked like he might grind them down entirely. "It's my fault, Jake, I screwed up--"
Jake puts an end to that line of conversation with a hand against Jermaine's mouth, blocking his words bodily. There'd be time for that, but now wasn't it. Jermaine effectively bottled, Jake turns his full attention to Finn. The guilt that passes over his own face is brief, but palpable. Never should've left him...
"Jeez, Finn, that doesn't look great." Jake offers, studiously ignoring the fat tears starting down Finn's cheeks. Physical observations were safer than emotional ones, especially when Finn got like this. Jake kneels down in front of him, getting a better look at his knee. He lays a hand alongside it, scrutinizing the already-darkening bruise carefully. "I think you're gonna have to ice that."
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Jake's voice was soft, thought expressed almost subconsciously as stood in the bathroom doorway. He'd heard the raised voices, even if the words themselves were garbled through thick walls and expensive tile, but that did little to prepare him for seeing the confrontation with his own eyes. This had to mark the first time in history Jake finds himself regretting a hot shower.
"What the heck happened?" He says again, louder this time, stepping out from the bathroom threshold. Jermaine looks up at him with an expression Jake could only describe as caught; the guilty, shellshocked face of someone who had thoroughly fucked up.
"I--Finn just banged his knee--" Jermaine starts, rubbing the heel of his palm into his forehead, teeth grit so hard it looked like he might grind them down entirely. "It's my fault, Jake, I screwed up--"
Jake puts an end to that line of conversation with a hand against Jermaine's mouth, blocking his words bodily. There'd be time for that, but now wasn't it. Jermaine effectively bottled, Jake turns his full attention to Finn. The guilt that passes over his own face is brief, but palpable. Never should've left him...
"Jeez, Finn, that doesn't look great." Jake offers, studiously ignoring the fat tears starting down Finn's cheeks. Physical observations were safer than emotional ones, especially when Finn got like this. Jake kneels down in front of him, getting a better look at his knee. He lays a hand alongside it, scrutinizing the already-darkening bruise carefully. "I think you're gonna have to ice that."