Fives almost collapses against him in relief, dropping down until he can press their foreheads together again. "I'll try to remember that, cyar'ika," he promises. "I'll try to push, and let you say no when it's too much." Respect his strength and ability to protect himself, rather than handling him too cautiously. "And I'll try to tell you what I want... when I can figure it out." Which he's not always good at until the moment has passed and he realizes that something hadn't worked for him, or remembers that he's allowed to say no, now.

He's quiet for a moment, forehead still pressed to Jedao's, eyes mostly shut, just breathing as some of the fear-adrenaline eases before he speaks again in an almost whisper. "It still... it doesn't feel. Fair. Ruining that for you."