Jesper sucks in a breath that might have been a laugh at another time or a gasp, closing his eyes. "I can, we both know that I can." Kaz has revealed too much of himself, he's let himself be vulnerable to them, and they both know how hard that is for him. But it also means that Jesper knows where to press more than ever before, that he can dig his nails in and draw blood.

He'll try not to, he'll fight harder against that than he did against gambling, he gave into that so easily. He gave into lust too with other people, chasing that high and it still never lasted. Jesper has been this pathetic before, but only at his absolute worst, and it usually took weeks before he got there, rather than days. He wants to fight Kaz and drag himself off, but instead he gives in, because he wants that more. He wants to curl into the protection of his boss and best friend, the man he loves, even if that love is curdled into disgust too from Kaz.

This time it actually is a laugh, brittle and bitter, when he puts his arm around Kaz's shoulders and gives in to his demand. "I'll save it for another day." Jesper is just sick enough that even he can't make that joke, although he might do it later, when he's trying to make laughter out of something so vile. Also because it is entirely possible they do have to tie him up. Otherwise he'll steal everything in the inn and run off again.

Jesper hates having to lean on him but he really is unwell, and that is never more clear than now, considering how weak he is. He's just still in the thrall of this affliction. "I'm sorry." He whispers. "I really wanted to be better." He had been but he always knew he was just one bad day away from this. He was taunted and tempted daily and he was glad that he was strong enough, but a voice in his head told him he wouldn't always be. One day he would fail.

He'll let Kaz drag him back now.