[ Sylvain leads him by the hand, his grip firm as he guides him up the back staircase, empty now at this time of day. his room is as empty as he anticipated finding it and he's quick to tuck Jesper away inside, closing the door behind them.

And then pressing Jesper back to pin against the door once more for good measure. He hasn't missed the fact that contact has helped him get his own points across this week, although this is the first time he's actively doing anything of the sort on purpose.

Keeping Jesper pinned there by his own weight, he lets his own amber gaze search the other man's face, gauging just where Jesper's head is right now. Still nowhere good, he suspects, and those apologies only enforce that.

Still, he gives a quiet, rueful chuckle as he scrapes fingers through his hair and then resolutely shakes his head, his expression all wry awareness. ]

You don't have to apologize to me for anything Jesper. Shit's weird everywhere this week, you're not the only one floundering here. And even then... well, let's just say I understand all too well. I happen to have way too much experience with self-sabotage. You're not going to get judgment from me. What do you need, Jesper? [ He repeats his earlier question back to him, still searching his face. ]