Jake nodded, his hand pressed firmly against his chest again. He had no idea if it did anything to help, but it made him feel like he was doing something so it couldn't be that useless, right? "I'm gonna get better," he said, and he knew it was true. He kept thinking back to what he'd seen his other self manage to do, and he hadn't had access to even half of what Jake did. Jake was gonna do better than his other self had managed before Island fuckery had happened.
He needed a drink after all that, but his water bottle was back on the floor. Without even thinking, he stuck his hand out and pulled it towards him with the Force, something he hadn't done since before he got sent back, and then flinched as it smacked into his hand far harder than necessary. "Fucking hell," he muttered, then realized what he'd just done and grinned.