Jacob shakes his head, tiny, minute movements of his head as he turns.

"You needn't worry, Altair. Everything's fine," he says, drawing a slow deep breath, chin lifting. "You... You really should take some time and talk with Malik," he says, proud of himself that his voice holds at an even tone.

"I'll see you," he says, managing not to flee the room, and hating that there's no where to go, no way to work out the tightness in his chest. Nothing to do but head out the door and just keep walking. For now.