Even if we're making do with what this place tosses at us...It doesn't make what you're feeling less valid. [He gives Wylan's hand a gentle squeeze.] Might not seem that way when we can't do much more than try and work against everything, but I want to know how you're feeling about it all.

[It helped keep him grounded, as odd as that might be. Being reminded that those choices affect more than him, that there's something worth fighting to keep instead of just giving in to what Hell wants--he needs that.

The hopeful note to Wylan's question edged with fear catches Jesper's attention. Any other time, the answer to that question should have been more than obvious, but then Jesper isn't the only one that needs something to lean on. He offers a smile, something soft and fond, and leans in closer, shifting to further close that space between them. He nudges against Wylan, just within a breath of kissing him.]

Of course, I want to stay.