That I want to keeps him steady as Jedao explains why he can't. Why he's scared. Makes Fives want to find Mikodez, any version of him, and hurt him. Want to shake Jedao and tell him he's not just not that, he's not anything like that at all. That he's good. That he's given him so much, made his world so much wider, made him so much... stronger. Braver. That it's not just better by comparison to worse, but that it's good in so many ways he'd never have been able to imagine. Just because he's broken in so many ways, doesn't understand so many things about how people or the world work, doesn't mean Jedao's doing anything wrong.

But it's not about Jedao being wrong, or bad, it's about him wanting more, and better. For both of them. His eyes slip half shut at the feel of Jedao's fingers tightening in his short-cropped hair, and he runs over Jedao's plea in his head as he closes the distance between them. Push me. Jedao can't kiss him, but... push me.

He tips his head just a little, his own fingers a gentle curve around the nape of Jedao's neck, and slots their mouths together. Not chaste, not even close, but soft and sweet. A place to start from.