[He has to stop, seconds from crashing into Jake when the idiot gets in his way and slams his hands down on the suitcase. Backs up a step or two quickly, and clenches his fingers in his shirts tight enough to avoid everything shaking.

Opens his mouth and tries to aim for empty and hollow, instead of just plain pathetic, he's not sure it's working, and all the air in his lungs is still making him to that soft hitching on every inhale, mouth straining with the effort to remain a thin, unamused line]

Get out of my way, Jake. They'll be up soon and I need...I Should be out of here by then.

[He's just bowling over Jake's words like the other man hadn't even bothered saying anything. Like if he just kept talking and ignoring it he could live in this little cloud of denial that Jake wasn't keeping up some stupid pretence, or had really just had his head really that far up his ass the whole time, and was clearly twisting the knife in deeper.

And the whole thing, so stupidly, was something he'd started]

Would you just get out?! You can't fix this! There isn't anything left to- You just shut up!