Fives stays leaned forward over his legs, sucking in long, labored breaths, muscles tremoring slightly as he recovers from the force of his orgasm. The floor between and beyond his drawn up feet is a mess, Jedao's shadow with its languidly swaying tails of course completely unmarked, and he just looks almost helplessly at it for long seconds while he gets his breathing under control. The lack of Jedao's physical presence aches, but it's the quiet inside his head, the lack of Jedao's voice after that last breathless gasp of his name, that feels like a weight on his chest.

"Jedao?" He stretches out a hand to the insubstantial shade of him. "Ori'vod?" The shadow's some reassurance, but he wants to hear Jedao's voice, to know that he's still there... and that he's all right.