They were five floors apart when they were paired, not that it mattered after Jedao got spooked by Mikodez and moved into the Roci. Mikodez is gone now, too, but Jedao is back on the first floor, living out of Quentin's cabin instead of the cramped barracks and shipside berth that neither Fives nor he are quite willing to change. So - he hears and also recognizes the particular thump of a man-sized body collapsing. He slips into the hallway, out of curiosity more than alarm, nosy for gossip about who's shanking who in the corridors now, only for the bottom to drop out of his stomach.

"Spiderfucking hells -"

He knows people can have the same faces, let alone the same back-of-the-head. But he knows people by more than that, by how they move, how they feel, how they fit into the world - he's not moving - and he might not remember Jedao at all, even though it's him, it has to be him -

"James, we're going to take care of you," he promises, more honest than it's safe here or you're going to be alright.