Jake shimmied around in a sort of comical fashion to get the keys without having to put Dirk down. He somehow managed to swing himself around to get the backpack up onto his shoulder, so he just stooped to lock the door, both locks with the same key. He frowned a little at that, but didn't pause to waste time on it. Instead, he shifted again to gently press the key back into Dirk's pocket, and then descend the stairs with him propped against his shoulder.

Luckily it was Thursday, and Jake was pretty confident he could keep Dirk home from classes tomorrow to give him a good long recovery time. The guy really needed a break, anyway.