Jag looked back at Coby in surprise, because he somehow hadn't expected the touch. But then the next second, he'd blown the smoke out to the side and leaned into his friend, much too appreciative of it. He still felt like his skin wasn't quite right on himself - he had for a while now, to be fair, but tonight was worse - and he knew just what he needed, but couldn't quite bring himself to ask if Coby would even consider it. Not with everything that had happened between them, before, and not with how much Coby had already done for him. "Thank you," he told him quietly, a riot of muted emotions in his eyes.