His hand whips away, charring the pillow behind him a bit before he can wick off the heat. He's heard plenty of screams, grown rather numb to them, but hearing the sound from Jason still startles him. For a moment his skin flickers with pale, sickly skin, before returning to normal as he pushes Jason off and scrambles backward.

He should take his meds. It isn't the first person he's mortally wounded someone on a whim, but it doesn't tend to be someone he cares about and honestly, he isn't sure what to do either.