Jaeger might be bigger, and better trained, but at the moment his head isn't anywhere near where it should be to defend himself. He's so focused on his horrible little companion that he doesn't see the stomp coming.

That gets his attention, shocked dismay at the sudden pain and automatically recoiling from the source of it. He doesn't quite fumble the phone case, but his grip loosens in combination with his already raw, aching hands.

He's going to have more scars, so many more scars when this is done. But that's not where his mind is, right now. Right now, his mind is everywhere and nowhere, weighed with the shame of being so exposed, scattered like the shreds of ruin all over the warehouse floor. He can't let go. He wants to let go. It will be okay if he can just hold on, he can't hold on.