Jesse reflexively inhaled deeply at Jace's pretty cluey and perceptive questions, considering his brain hadn't been functioning so well in recent days. He held it for a few moments and let it out heavily, letting himself sink further into the space beside Jace so he could rest his head against the back of the couch. He was exhausted. There was no escaping it and denying it was pointless because Jace knew him intimately. He just wasn't expecting to have to confront some of this on the back of his shift at work, which he had been struggling with. "It's not the physical stuff, darlin'. I'm a nurse, it's second nature. Your brain just wasn't sending the messages to your body that it needs and that's always okay. I'm your husband, that's what I'm here for. That's what you're here for, for me. The difficult part was that you didn't want me to help you, or any help, I guess is more accurate. You were getting really upset with being touched and I'm still not quite sure whether it was mood or psychological thing or that you're in pain. That's the part that was hard, the not knowing and not being able to figure it out. Because you couldn't communicate, I had no way of deciphering either. But you still needed help so I had to push through and this time, I needed Evan's help physically. Which makes me feel like I'm starting to fail you as a husband." He choked up on that last bit, taking himself by surprise when he teared up too. Maybe he was more emotionally fragile this week than he first thought. He pressed his fingers to his lips and shook his head, then cleared his throat to try to regain his composure. "Fuck, I didn't realise I was this upset about it. I'm sorry, baby. I don't want any of this to freak you our or do anything like make you feel guilty. It was just a bad week, that's all."