Jedao wants - more than sex, more than escape - desperately to kiss him in that moment, fast and sweet, slow and sleepy, careless and endless, ardent and urgent. Jedao wants to kiss him a hundred ways, to press against him and have an excuse to say nothing, to hear nothing he can't handle. He fights to shut down the bleedthrough, wishes he could close his eyes, wishes he could breathe, wishes he knew how to trust the relentless bravery in Fives' expression.

"There are so many different ways to be hurt, Fives. I don't - I don't want to be the person who teaches you a new one your life hasn't. Can you understand that? You -"

He's so young. Jedao knows better than to say it, and yet -