He scanned the area carefully before he slowed to a stop and turned to Jake, placing the hand that wasn't supporting him firmly, palm-flat against the side of his neck so his thumb was on the islander's cheek.

"Listen to me, Jake. Nobody's dying, killed or otherwise. There's a relatively secure building about a block and a half up this way, and we should be able to get there without incident if we hurry. Can you make it that far?" He rubbed his thumb across Jake's cheek to brush away his tears, then just sort of idly kept rubbing his thumb.