Jacob's there for however much Ben is comfortable putting on him. It's his responsibility, in a way, or at least he feels such. And when Ben does start to be sick, it takes all his willpower not try and do something, even if it's just a comfort of touch.

Instead, he grabs some toilet paper and holds it ready for Ben to wipe his mouth - or face - whenever he's ready.

"Just focus on breathing for me," he urges, voice soft. "Get out what you need to get out, just keep breathing. I can count them off if you need to."

God knows he got to go through a couple exercise sessions of that fresh from his accident.