There are moments, sometimes mundane, that prove things about people. You can't always see them coming, but Jude thinks this is one of those. Being careful of Bodhi's twitchiness around being touched is one thing, something practiced before this became anything but two people enjoying company.

This is more than that. Something is wrong, Bodhi is sobbing in his kitchen, and Jude doesn't know what he's supposed to do. And if he can't figure it out, he might not be--worth it

Maybe it should paralyze him, but he's worse than shit if he leaves it. Saying nothing, unsure yet what to say, he walks into the dark kitchen and removes the blanket, folding it once into a triangle, he lays it over the shadow at his table, and fits himself slowly into an adjacent seat.

Hand left in reach, he holds his head up with the other, willing himself a little more awake. "Do you want to talk about it," seems like a safe start.