Peter nods when Flynn squeezes his shoulder reassuringly. They can do this. Especially after what they just went through, after all those years? Yeah, this is like, nothing?

Jacob glances back towards Ezekiel but he gets it, and his face softens. "Yeah, I'll go...and get 'em." He stands up a bit shakily, but his footing is sturdy and he goes towards the back where he's already sensed Flynn.

And there they are, Peter and Flynn. Jacob pauses, staring with wide eyes. Even though Jacob knows that it's over, it's like his body hasn't caught up yet, and suddenly he's throwing a fist at Peter's face.

It connects, and Peter staggers back--he takes the hit pretty well, but that's probably because he was...whatever he actually was.

"Seriously?" Peter rubs his jaw.