Jamie might not have quite the knack for reading people that Sora does, but he can pick up easily enough that something's bothering his bandmate. He tips his head to the side a little, watching Sora move away; takes another sip from his water bottle as he thinks this over and then ambles over to settle into the chair next to him.

"What's up?" His posture and tone are casual, but there's a little crease to his forehead and a look in his eye that betray his concern.