Fives splays a hand out over Jedao's heart, blunt fingers spread wide over the bare skin of his chest where his jacket's open. Feels Jedao's warmth and breath and heartbeat and lets himself breathe, steady and slow, as he listens. It... hurts, to think of Jedao wanting death, to think of him just enduring for the sake of a purpose he feels responsible to, and it's... it's frightening, honestly, to be the reason he wants to live. Frightening and overwhelming but also. Good. Warm. To be something that good in his life.

He reaches up to gently brush his fingertips to Jedao's bottom lip, then across to cup his jaw. "I... can't imagine life without you, anymore," he confesses quietly. "I don't... I don't want to try." Which is dangerous, and frightening, because everyone in his life has always been disposable, and life has always been, will always be, dangerous. But it's true.

"... I want to be that. For you."