Jake blinked at Aaron's words, his tail lashing angrily as his friend slumped to the ground. He glanced all round the courtyard as he tried to not-react, but there was nothing to distract him. He wound up kneeling in front of him in almost no time at all. "Are you... Are you quitting? You? The fuck am I letting you do my physio for, if that's the case? Marta's dead, and that's... It's beyond terrible, but you aren't. You think she'd want you giving up?"
He got to his feet quickly and easily and paced slightly, picking up another one of those round little ornaments and tossing it from one hand to the other. "Things shatter, all the fucking time," he snapped, and threw the ornament at the wall Aaron was slumped against, "and you gotta deal with the shrapnel or else it'll cut you to shreds. I've been doing what you say, day in, day out, because I thought you knew that!"