"You tried to - you should have kept yourself safe." He chides softly, shaking his head as he rubs at his face. "You could have gotten yourself killed."

And then where would they be?

His whole body tenses again as Jesper's fingers trace over the scars on his neck, and he can feel the bile rising in his throat. Wylan's hands drop to his shirt, clutching tightly, doing his best to not jerk his head back to get him to stop touching them. He chews on his lips, swallowing down his nerves, tugging lightly on his shirt.

"You didn't have to look for me." And he wouldn't have wanted to be found again. Not after-- Not after-- He sighs. "I'm alive. It's okay. Let's just... focus on that."

Give him something else to focus on other than the fact that he's died.