Bodhi starts out just smiling fondly, ready to explain that his sleep issues aren't Jude's problem and he'll be fine just sitting. Sometimes he does that, and Jude's presence tends to keep him calm, even if it's Jude's sleeping presence, and, yes, that's actually rather a weighty thing to face, but kriff, he's already the one getting a favor and he doesn't want to be any trouble.

All the things he could say on the subject sort of melt away watching Jude, and by the time he has a hot drink in his hands and Jude's hanging up his wet clothes, he wants to cry a little bit. He doesn't, but he's aware of the temptation. He finally ran to someone for help, and rather than suffer for it, he got careful, attentive listening, a sweet offer, and fussed over. Maybe that shouldn't be staggering, but it is. "Jude, I... you don't have to... any of this, I mean, I... Thank you." It's less impulsive than last time when he turns and closes some of the space between them. Hugs are too hard to figure out? Fine. He needs something to show Jude how much he values this attention.

The kiss is quick and chaste and clumsy, leaving too much space between them and painfully uncertain, but he doesn't know how else to say what he needs to.