Bodhi's breath hitches a little at the fingers against his jaw, but it's a surprise. Not bad. He's reached a point with Jude where he doesn't think the worst of every point of contact before anything else. Retraining himself really is going well. He even dares to hope a little that Jude might stop having to painstakingly watch every move. Someday.

Bodhi leans in a little closer, almost at a regular distance for kissing. He keeps hold of Jude's hand in one of his own, but the other reaches up in kind. He's brushed against Jude's hair here and there, but he hasn't quite taken a moment to just run his fingers through--agonizingly gently, a featherweight stroke that ends with his fingers against Jude's cheek.

The enthusiasm warms him as much as the gesture. He's hopefully making Jude feel a bit better, if nothing else.