He trails his fingertips over Fives' eyebrows, then his lids, forcing his eyes to close, touching so gently.
"You look like you," Jedao insists, in a steady cadence. "With two new honking big scars from a wormshit awful skirmish on a wormshit world. You look like my husband, stressed and strong and sweet and brave." Over the bridge of his nose, around the slightly messy scruff of his facial hair. "And very sexy," Jedao adds, tracing along Fives' jawline.
"But it's your body, not mine. Alec had - next phase plans, for more ablation. If you - if that's what you need." His voice quivers just a little for the first time; Jedao doesn't want to do that again. He's not a doctor. And he's knows that's the point, but it scares him, knowing how unprepared he is for something so important.
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"You look like you," Jedao insists, in a steady cadence. "With two new honking big scars from a wormshit awful skirmish on a wormshit world. You look like my husband, stressed and strong and sweet and brave." Over the bridge of his nose, around the slightly messy scruff of his facial hair. "And very sexy," Jedao adds, tracing along Fives' jawline.
"But it's your body, not mine. Alec had - next phase plans, for more ablation. If you - if that's what you need." His voice quivers just a little for the first time; Jedao doesn't want to do that again. He's not a doctor. And he's knows that's the point, but it scares him, knowing how unprepared he is for something so important.