Terry noted the seeming anxious behavior in Jasmine's movement, but didn't comment on it. He listened to her talk, doing his best not to shift as well in the meantime. "Having trouble keeping food down...?" Terry frowned, concerned despite himself. It wasn't in his nature to hate, especially after the information he'd gathered with the help of Landon. Erin didn't seem willfully guilty of what had happened that night, which made everything twice as complicated. Frankly, he wasn't sure what to do with him at this point. The fact that he was having trouble keeping his food down wasn't a good sign, though. As if they didn't already have enough on their hands...
As Jasmine explained that she was going out today, Terry's frown increased significantly. He wasn't happy about this... so much so that he couldn't even feign approval. "Uh huh," he said thoughtfully, shifting as he glanced away from her a moment. He reached up to scratch the side of his neck, lips drawn into a tight line. "So you're asking me to take food to him... food that he can't keep down?" Terry wasn't sure he'd understood that right, considering her sort of vague request. "Are you sure this is a good idea... who's going with you?"