Bodhi is only a little disturbed by the long silence and Jude's unresponsive state. He's seen it happen without knowing what he's seeing. Still doesn't. Doesn't care much, either. ...No, that's wrong. He worries, but he won't pry, and staying here quietly and waiting is no trouble at all.

He almost tells Jude not to be sorry, but coming from him that would be rich. He just gives the narrow shoulders under his arm a bit of a squeeze. It's a very pleasant surprise that he can hold Jude like this so easily. Being the one making the decision, physically being the one doing the enclosing, that's much more possible than he'd have guessed.

Which makes it really sting when he has to set his jaw to keep still and quiet when Jude hugs him back. Karking hell. The sick swoop in his belly and the crawling sensation in his skin... if this were anyone else he'd yank away before he finished his next breath. For Jude he can keep still. Jude needs him. Worth it.

He can't answer and clench his jaw at the same time, so he hesitates a moment, trying to bury everything, and dares himself to make it worse. He has to do this. A slow inhale, and he pulls Jude closer rather than let himself pull away. And presses his nose into the silky hair he loves to watch as it falls. Breathes in woodsmoke and cold wind and the brave, handsome boy who's too good for him. "It's okay." He only sounds a little strained. Hopefully Jude can't tell he's talking to both of them.