Jet did as his fiance directed, laying down on his side beside the other man. He felt weak and helpless, there was comfort in Albert's promise to watch out for him, but his mind kept supplying various things he couldn't do. He couldn't see if there was an enemy approaching which meant he couldn't keep look out, he couldn't even see to make sure he didn't run into anything walking from one place to another; he was useless. He couldn't even see his partner's face.

A tightness nestled in his throat as that feeling of wanting to cry crept up on him, only he couldn't do that either, the oil had seared his tear ducts. A small shudder ran through him as he pushed the urge back.

"Albert...promise you're not gonna leave to go look for him." Not that he feared for Albert when it came to Nasir, he knew his German was stronger than that and he wouldn't make the same mistake Jet had.