"...Yes," he says, very softly. "Yes. Please. And... and you don't have to tell me what it is, either, I don't want..."

This is a new set of feelings, and it takes him a moment to figure out how to describe them. "I don't want him to... I want him to talk to... someone. If there's things that... upset him. About... me. And if it's about me I don't... I don't think he'll talk to Arthur. I don't know. I don't... want him to be alone either. I just... know..."

Oh. He gets it, suddenly, the things that Jedao has said about him. What they actually mean. What they actually mean, the strange weightless ache of love without goal. "I know that even if he did hate me I want him to be happy."