(sasuke walks and jonas follows because trailing behind, watching someone's back, is where he exists most comfortably. the concern he generates makes him feel guilty; making this someone's problem affects him in ways he hadn't imagined it might. he's a burden—again?

caught up in himself, the only thing that drives jonas out of his own head is the throw to the ground. his palms shear painfully across the harbour path, but it's forgotten almost immediately as he turns onto a hip and stares at the plunging ghost until sasuke has obscured it from view with his body. both trigger a shift in jonas that invites his shadow to the forefront as a barrier between any mind and his own.)

What are you trying to do? (grasping hands return, still unable to be physically left alone. this time, however, tight fists attempt to tug sasuke closer out of his crouch. the chest beneath his knuckles is unfamiliar to him, not knowing sasuke well enough to say with confidence that he'll be less of a danger for him than the spirit, but he may make an effective shield.)

It's already dead—there's no fending it off. If it wants you, it'll take you. You might as well just open yourself to it!