Jedao nods, and stares into the coffee, turning the cup around and around in his hands.

"So you can see why I wanted to be on a completely different continent and dig ditches until I fell over without a spare second to think in," he murmurs. It's not the kind of tone that really requires a response.

He leans over a little on the couch, the weight of him pressing against Fives' side, quiet and present and warm.