Now that skin's beginning to tighten and prickle as the heat finds him, he's starting to be aware enough to be ashamed of himself. He shouldn't have come to Jude while he was still so upset, while he couldn't get a good handle on himself. Poor Jude didn't ask for--No, well, he did, he specifically did, trouble is supposed to mean talk to Jude. But he doesn't deserve this. Afraid he's already karked this up irrevocably, Bodhi gently disengages and steps back.

Before he ruins Jude trying to comfort him, too.

"I... it's alright," he says hoarsely, fingers not shaking too much as he unties the outer robe. It's warm and heavy, but it's true that it isn't waterproof.