Bodhi is, for a long moment, perfectly content. He vaulted over the last barriers keeping him away from Jude. Even if that won't last, it's a triumph. For the last bit there he was almost the person he should be, nothing dark and insurmountable pushing at the boundaries of his mind, no creeping sensations where only sweetness should be.

It can't last, but he feels more up to warding off his own demons than usual, pushes the worries away. He hasn't slowed down to do anything as dull as thinking ahead since he dragged Jude to the couch, and he's not going to start now. He's refusing to think about things rather than actually being comfortable, but it's a step toward staying calm and composed. He keeps his attention locked on Jude, still a bit of his weight pinning him down, kissing a lazy line up his jaw to nuzzle against his throat.

Keep the attention on Jude and hope to kiss him asleep before any actual decisions have to be made. That's the plan not to admit he has.