As the spirit drifts near Tony, poo Jacob is trying to keep his composure. How well that's working, might be up for debate, as he visibly stiffens, Tony might have even heard him inhale sharply before holding his breath.
There is an absolute look of distaste on his face as he tries to speak again. He gives an uncomfortable, frustrated groan.
"You... seem to not be worried about these things." He grips his hands, more uncomfortably. He takes another breath and sighs it through his teeth. "Could you...?"
He can't seem to get the rest of the sentence out of his mouth. How is he supposed to ask for help? He's a full grown man, for crying out loud. He's capable, physically and mentally. But, his fear is just going to keep him in the field, crying like a helpless child. His brain doesn't work with ghosts, unless there is a very good reason to. Unfortunately, going home is nowhere near a good reason to him.
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There is an absolute look of distaste on his face as he tries to speak again. He gives an uncomfortable, frustrated groan.
"You... seem to not be worried about these things." He grips his hands, more uncomfortably. He takes another breath and sighs it through his teeth. "Could you...?"
He can't seem to get the rest of the sentence out of his mouth. How is he supposed to ask for help? He's a full grown man, for crying out loud. He's capable, physically and mentally. But, his fear is just going to keep him in the field, crying like a helpless child. His brain doesn't work with ghosts, unless there is a very good reason to. Unfortunately, going home is nowhere near a good reason to him.