“ i swear i’ll try to save this ” ( hi!! o/ )
album prompts || accepting .
HE KNOWS IT ISN’T ENTIRELY QUENTIN’S FAULT . . . but impatience and aggravation takes him by the horns. It has Jake watching the other closely, having to pull him away from harm’s way and ensure his safety. Why did he do it? Even he isn’t sure, but now they both had another problem to deal with. Crouched down in the space behind two thick trees, fairly close to one another, Jake watches from the side. Looking for any route to escape, to get them out of this corner. What a predicament, and to be caught in it with someone else.
He can’t help but feel as though responsible for the life of another. The others he grew so close to were rubbing off on him, surely. The killer had found them, knew they were still around, and had begun to survey the area.
It’s when he hears the rustling of tools clanging against the sides of a metal box does his head whip around. The sound is almost ALARMING, and he grabs Quentin’s wrist with more force than intended. He squeezes, halting any movement, as he GLARES DAGGERS into those tired eyes.
“ If you’re going to make so much noise, I’m going to leave you behind. ”
Jake doesn’t have to care for the other, knows he would die for those who arrived with him, not for those who came after. Back pressed into rough bark, he shoves Quentin’s hand away and closes the toolbox. A sigh of annoyance, of frustration, and he keeps it low, whispered. Fuck. What the Hell is he supposed to do here? If he were to abandon Quentin, would the other follow him like a lost puppy? It’d be safer for him to go, play distraction so the other could sneak away and meet up with the others. Gods, he hopes they’re okay.
And then he gets an idea, reaching into the toolbox for what appears to be the remnants of a bear trap… or, rather, multiple bear traps. Definitely from a past encounter with MacMillan. The metal parts are set down on the ground in front of him, and gloved hands carefully work the pivot gears with a very small screwdriver.
“ You’d probably get us both killed if you tried anything. Hand me the pliers — quietly. I’m going to bait them, but don’t move until I say to. ”