Jake wasn't sure how to respond to that. He was still feeling thrown, and the feeling wasn't going to be going away any time soon. Being polite was the best thing he could come up with.
"Thankee-sai," he settled on. The boy looked about his own age. Physically. But he was still just a --
Jake furrowed his brow, tilting his head slightly as he looked again at Micah. Physically, they were close in age. But there was a kinship there. Micah had seen too much. Experienced too much.
You're like me.
Realizing that he was staring, Jake stepped back, against the wall. "I've been in worse places," Jake said. There was the ghost of a smile on his lips, but a flash of pain in his eyes. "Here's not so bad, I beg."