There's something about the uncertainty in Sunny's smile there that Jae - inexplicably maybe, selfishly almost certainly - likes. It seems real and different, not that he thought the other man was ever not genuine. His confirmation makes something in him, will and magic alike, attempt to pull to life, fluttering sadly like broken birdwings, Why-

It fades like a shadow, and he relaxes his hold on Sunny's hands, as if his manners are coming back to him before his coherency.

"Yes." Because he has to, and he's been through worse, so this can't keep him down, he refuses. Unsteady but determined he sits up then rises, feeling about a hundred aches and pains and the warm-wrong feeling in various places that suggest he's bleeding here and there, palpable even though he's drenched. Jae pushes his hair back and realizes his glasses are beyond long gone, and he hasn't been bothering with his tiny glamours for days now.

Lamely, "I must look like hell."