[ jaejin is closing his eyes again before he can't stop himself, focusing now on the feeling of his hand in vie's, even if he isn't trying to lace their fingers like he might otherwise. he's glad he remembers last night, if only because of how their conversation had gone. if it had come back to him in scattered pieces, it might have been worse. it still doesn't feel right, vie trying to take care of him even now.

he lets out a breath, thinks about how awful he must smell as he lets himself tip into him. ]

I was safe and you were upset. You'd have every right to be angry at me if you were. It wasn't fair of me to put that on you, especially not that way.

[ since he has a tendency to believe that vie can make anything better, that all something bad takes is vie's touch and it's suddenly good instead. it's too much to put on someone, too heavy. he can't even articulate himself well enough. ]