Fives holds almost painfully still at the hand on his wrist, afraid that if he moves wrong, moves at all, Jedao will jerk away and retreat.

He waits a slow beat, inhaling and then exhaling, before asking, "Do you want anything? I could go get some new books from the library, if you like?" It seems safer than commenting on the fact Jedao is touching him, for only the second time since the Admiral had shoved all his nightmare memories back into his head.