The cans rattling got his attention but the sound of that familiar gait made him calm down again. Albert's tone made his chest ache with a need to fix it even though he knew he couldn't. As soon as Albert's hand was under his chin, Jet's were hooked into the German's shirt, partly just to know he was actually there and partly to keep him from going far.

"Ran into Nasir in the food court, he attacked me. He splashed hot oil in my eyes...I should've fought harder." The urge to apologize was there, but instead of the words it was there in his voice.

"Lost two of my weapons too." And he couldn't see, but he couldn't say it.