Fuck. Fives rocks back onto his haunches, shoulders hunched and hands clenching uselessly against his thighs. He should probably collect his clothes and get the hell out now, he can't believe he fucked everything up so badly.

His shoulders hunch even further at Jedao's murmur, because that's not exactly an encouraging response, and he's about to slide off the bed and find his underwear when Jedao speaks again.

Oh... maybe it's not so bad, then? Maybe. He hesitates for a moment, then clambers over Jedao and stretches out in front of him, carefully not looking at his face.