His gaze draws up, following Bodhi's arm to shoulder, face, as the pull draws his own arm out from his body. As momentum bids him follow. He doesn't question where Bodhi might lead him--nice as it might be, to see the brick house again. Confirm the dog, the tea. Even the bird and its dubious owner.

For a moment, just to make the next breath easier, Jude amuses himself trying to imagine Kira's fussy frame under a beard.

If there isn't firewood, he'll deal with it. If there isn't clothing, isn't a dog, isn't anything but the pair of them and the walls--he'll deal with it. He doesn't need Bodhi to try too hard. "You don't have to be okay with this," he makes himself say, with a fortifying squeeze to Bodhi's hand.