Bodhi considers a moment and nods. He's almost as tempted as Jude to let it go. They'd almost certainly both be more comfortable. Jude is exhausted, slightly injured, too cold still, or so says Bodhi's worries. Taking on more trouble is asking for it to go wrong. But most of the world seems to agree--unfathomably--that problems should be talked about. Unburdening a secret is something he can understand, at least in theory.

"You don't have to," he says carefully, trying to keep his voice very even and not seem to demand either way. "But." He stops for a moment to take Jude's wrist and, well, to lean a bit in the direction of the bed. He's not deciding anything for Jude right now. "You can. You... Um, you can t-tell me anything you want to." A risk. Telling goes well with asking. But if this is even a little helpful to Jude, he's happy to listen. "Good listener" is one of the good points former flames might refer to.