[ Jesper has an open heart and a friend is a friend, no matter what. Rhy's a mess and he can tell that from a single look. So has he been, but Jesper's used to damage, he's used to this type of violence and adrenaline. He cares for all of his lovers, they're all his. His to protect, his to take care of. Rhy included.

So he lets him hold him as long as he wants and he keeps his arm tightly around Rhy, giving him what comfort he can. A hand lifts to run through Rhy's hair gently, soothingly, turning his head to press a sweet kiss to the side of his head when he burrows down into Jesper's shoulder. He knows neither of them will really feel better until they have their loved ones back, but he hopes even a little affection will help.]

I will, darling, I promise.

[ Jesper murmurs to him, squeezing him tight. He pulls back only to cup Rhy's face tenderly and kisses his forehead. If Rhy didn't know how gentle and loving Jesper could be before, their times together always saucy and fun, he does now. ]

There's a saying my gang has whenever we go into battle. No mourners, no funerals. For good luck.

[ It's actually a pretty dark saying in reality, but he doesn't mean it that way right now. Jesper releases Rhy. ]

No mourners, Rhy.