"It's okay," Jermaine starts to put a hand up on his arm, but hesitates. He ghosts it there, a few inches away, not eager to pull it away either. "You feeling better doesn't suck, alright? I'm the one who sucks, for making you feel like it does."

Jermaine wasn't lying, but he was also a little worried about getting through the door before he got too deep into this apology.

"Let's go, okay? Jake needs us." When in Rome, why not do as Romans do. Jermaine thought back to running around dungeons with Jake and his father. "This is just... a dumb mind maze, getting in our heads. We're too smart for that, right?"