The tone in Finn's voice alongside the apology makes Jake swallow, a soft whine escaping his throat. The wall he'd erected between Finn and the complicated, unpleasant truth was thinner than ever, threatening to split open any moment now. Inexplicably, Jake found his thoughts going to his Mom. She always knew what to say... he used to think he did, too. Lately, not so much.

"It's okay, brother. You're just going through it right now. Us worrying about you isn't your fault, it's... it's basically biological, y'know?" He takes a breath, knowing what he needs to say next and still dreading it all the same. "I donked up, Finn. You're your own man now... putting you on the spot like that and making you leave with me? That wasn't right."

He turns his head, hoping to sell the point through eye contact. Jake looks... tired, and sad, but sincere too. "We're long past the days of me getting the final say on everything, and I gotta start remembering that. I'm really sorry, bro."