"Don't think about anything like that now," Jake said, squeezing his brother's shoulder to try and somehow reassure him. "Just concentrate on getting back to the apartment, okay?"
Jake was constantly flicking between keeping an eye on Tommy and watching their surroundings, ignoring the people who were pointing him out (as per usual) or yelling about aliens or muties and nodding at the few who he'd worked with before. "Kinda wish Banshee was here, and we could just fly back," he muttered at his twin, his ears lying flat.