He's said something wrong. It's obvious if you look closely, Kira's posture has shifted and his expression has shuttered. Spending the past decade of his life with Cougar within arm's reach has meant that Jake has grown really good at reading body language and nonverbal cues. That Kira and Cougar are different men doesn't make that much of a difference; some things are universal. The only problem is that Jake doesn't know what he's said.
He watches carefully as Aurora comes closer to her human and hauls him out of his funk, making a quiet note to himself to watch his words more carefully.
It wouldn't do to alienate people in the village. You never know when you'll need an ally.
"Jesus," he breathes, shocked by the revelation that Kira hadn't just ported straight from home to here. "Fuck, you lost two whole seasons?" He blows out a breath through clenched teeth, the sound whistling, and slowly shakes his head. The backpack comment gets ignored, because he's still not sure what the hell to do with the knowledge that he'd apparently given a good two thirds of the village survival kits. Which is nice, whatever, but it hadn't been a conscious decision on his part, so it's pretty freaky.
"It's pretty obvious this is more than a simple kidnapping," he starts, lifting a hand and scratching his cheek through his beard, "what with some of us thinking we're Vikings and whatever, but if you missed six months of time, that's not something you can do without permanent damage topside." Like this is all a dream, some kind of weird Inception-style mind-heist and they're all under a drug-induced spell. "Even being knocked out for longer than a couple minutes spells long-term problems, if you were drugged and put in some kind of coma, you'd definitely be able to tell, by muscle wasting alone."
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He watches carefully as Aurora comes closer to her human and hauls him out of his funk, making a quiet note to himself to watch his words more carefully.
It wouldn't do to alienate people in the village. You never know when you'll need an ally.
"Jesus," he breathes, shocked by the revelation that Kira hadn't just ported straight from home to here. "Fuck, you lost two whole seasons?" He blows out a breath through clenched teeth, the sound whistling, and slowly shakes his head. The backpack comment gets ignored, because he's still not sure what the hell to do with the knowledge that he'd apparently given a good two thirds of the village survival kits. Which is nice, whatever, but it hadn't been a conscious decision on his part, so it's pretty freaky.
"It's pretty obvious this is more than a simple kidnapping," he starts, lifting a hand and scratching his cheek through his beard, "what with some of us thinking we're Vikings and whatever, but if you missed six months of time, that's not something you can do without permanent damage topside." Like this is all a dream, some kind of weird Inception-style mind-heist and they're all under a drug-induced spell. "Even being knocked out for longer than a couple minutes spells long-term problems, if you were drugged and put in some kind of coma, you'd definitely be able to tell, by muscle wasting alone."