Jesper doesn't say anything as Wylan continues holding his hand--if anything he grips it a bit tighter himself.

Grounding. Physical, and real, and here. Wylan might tense and jump at other touches for a time, but if he was at least allowed this? He'd take it.

"You just want to steal a pair for yourself when Hell freezes over." He teases, grateful for the chance to banter. It's easier, closer to normal. "As for the glitter...well that's why we're going 'shopping', right?"