He hates how he tenses up in Jesper's hold, hands frozen in place as he stands there stunned. It's just Jesper he tells himself, his body slowly relaxing, chiding himself for being so frightened of contact. He shakes his head, slowly wrapping his arms around Jesper's neck as he pushes himself closer.

"It's not your fault." He says softly, quietly, as he presses his forehead against his shoulder. "It's not your fault."

It's not like they could have expected this to happen or at least, not as it did. Wylan just stands there, hiding his face against his neck, willing himself not to cry again. Waking up disoriented the second time after he died was- he shakes his head, pulling back enough to cup Jesper's face with his hands and look up at him.

"I'm alive," His voice quivers, his thumb running under Jesper's eye slowly. "I'm alive. See? It's okay."