Fives holds very very still as Jedao presses up against him, then shivers out a long, slow breath at the feel of Jedao's nose pressed warm at the nape of his neck.

"I didn't mean that," he rasps after a moment. "I meant... kriffing soul truncation and... and weird magic jags of fury. I wouldn't expect him to be able to handle charging into an enemy bombardment, but he thinks magical horrors are just another kriffing day, and doesn't even think about how they're fucking terrifying to normal people." He hadn't even paused as far as Fives can tell, hadn't even cared to try and understand that he'd been so frightened he was just short of paralyzed with it. That he'd just wanted someone he could rely on to help him through it.

Which isn't what Jedao had asked, but it's what his mind is spinning around right now. "I didn't say he couldn't be family because he didn't do what I wanted, I said... I said it didn't seem like he wanted to be family, because he didn't care about how... how lost... and frightened... and alone I was."