Living on the streets has taught him a few things: his instincts are quick enough to dodge and he would have done that in any other case, but here he only flinches, looking up with wide eyes. That's right. So desperate to be close and tell Jade in some way or another how much better he is now, he's accidentally made a mistake. One he can correct.

"I'm sorry," he croaks, and he returns to the wall, pulling himself back up into the same position. He's getting dizzy, wondering if asking for water would be acceptable -- no. Jade will give him some when they're truly done here. He pulls his hair over his shoulder to bare more of his back, then pushes the chain around his neck. It's cool against the flaming-hot skin. Here, I'm yours.