Of course Jace came back as soon as Florence was starting to feel okay about not being next to somebody. Hell, he was even starting to enjoy the space and be given a chance to be as alone as they would let him. Okay, sure, maybe he wasn't making as much progress as they hoped he would. 

But then again, the fact that he was breathing was an accomplishment in itself.

Florence shied away from him as the man stood in front of him. He hated people doing that to him. In past situations he always reacted badly to it, and it never turned out well. Jace was soon reminding him of the stereotypical overbearing mother.

Watching the paper clip fall, he sighed. While he felt his headache getting worse, Florence wanted to do everything in his power to avoid using his telekinesis. He wanted to avoid even thinking about it. It was terrifying. It was terrifying, and in turn he was terrified of himself. He didn't intend to move it, either, until he accepted the fact that Jace wasn't going anywhere until he did something. 

He put his head on the table once more, just sitting like that for a good few minutes. Finally he picked his head back up, slouching into the chair even more before focusing on the object. Even if he was only moving it a few inches at a time, it was still apparent that he was having trouble even keeping this under control, and not send it flying across the room. The smallest noise distracted him, sometimes causing a few inches to become a few feet.