He hesitates to respond, the words dying on his tongue as his mind races with his answer. Does he want Jesper there? Does he want to face this nightmare head-on and on his own? He licks his lips, before he slowly, so slowly, nods.

"Yes, of course." He whispers back, slowly removing his hand from this throat. "I want you to stay."

He doesn't think he can do this alone. Not yet, not when it's still so raw. What sort of nightmares would sleep bring? He wasn't certain and Wylan doesn't wish to speculate on what his dreams will bring. He's already reliving his deaths every time he looks in the mirror. At least, he thinks, he only has a reminder of one of them.

"What do you want to do in the meantime?" He asks, gripping Jesper's hand tighter. "I was thinking we could grab some coffee from the lobby... At least that was my plan anyway."

Coffee to keep himself awake. That was a healthy plan, wasn't it?