Bodhi wouldn't blame Jude one bit for turning around and leaving him. In the moment, he'd expect it, might even prefer it. This evening probably should prove he shouldn't anticipate being treated like his feelings are an inconvenience no one signed up for, but habit's hard to kick.

He jumps at the blanket, his shredded nerves happy to share their state of miserable excitement with the more physical aspects of his being.

Bodhi doesn't take the hand. It feels like a bad idea right now, but as he wants it. He starts to apologize, gets as far as a few stammered beginnings, "I didn't mean to--I'm sorry, I wasn't--Did I wake you up?" before he abandons the effort. He doesn't want this to be happening, he wishes Jude hadn't seen, he's horribly embarrassed on top of everything else. They both know that. "Y-you... I know you hate the... all the why are we here and... what's going on... stuff. That." He hopes that made sense through his shaking voice. It's Bodhi's turn to look at Jude through his hair, tumbled down over his face by gravity and held damply in place.