Jamie's brow furrows at that wince, and then suddenly Sora just collapses to the floor and Jamie is overwhelmed by something like panic. He's on his knees, too, before he knows it, peering worriedly at the other boy.

Questions keep spinning through his head - You talked to Lesedi Santiago? What about? What did she say? Did she do something to you? - but he can't give voice to any of them through the dismay and worry of seeing Sora like this. Sora, who's usually so happy and carefree and rarely bothered by anything, curled up on the floor, muttering and shaking his head, looking like he's just come back from a war zone.

"Hey - "

Jamie hesitates just a moment, and then shifts around so he's sitting beside Sora, sliding one arm around his shoulders. Again, the gesture is tentative, unpracticed, but it's genuine, a real attempt at offering comfort. "...don't force yourself. Maybe it'll come back later. Don't worry, it's okay. You're home now, we'll take care of you, you're okay..."