"It may upset his, sure, but it wouldn't be because you've fucked anything up. Trauma's a nasty bitch. You know that it has a way of amplifying things and making emotions really fragile. Everything for Justin right now is really upsetting for him but he will get to a point where he needs things to anchor to get to the next phase of their recovery. That acute phase right after a bad accident, you and your family know all too well how all-encompassing, scary, and confusing it is. So many unanswered questions or little to have hope in. Sometimes, having the support of other people who have been through it can be priceless. Isn't that Justin's MO? You don't just know what it's like to be brain-injured, darlin', you nothing is easy or black and white in surviving and living with a brain injury. If anyone can just be like, 'You know what? It's sucks and it really hurts, and that's okay', it's you. You wouldn't be heaping horrible things onto him, you'd be offering to sit with him in them so he's not alone. And by that, I don't mean physically alone. You mean ironic? Ironic that being brain-injured would make you be shit at helping someone deal with a brain injury? That would be ironic but you wouldn't be shit at it because there's no right or wrong way. No two brain injuries are the same." Jesse could see in the intense way Jace was looking at him for his response that this was important to him and it was one of those times Jace would be a dog with a bone. When something about his disability stuck in his head, he struggled to move on until he could calibrate it, make sense of it. "It's not wearing me out. It's not. I just seem to have more anxiety about losing you lately and I don't know why. Maybe because there's not really a pattern anymore."
It took his brain a few moments to catch up with what Jace said. Or rather, what he thought he heard between the lines of what he said. "Wait. Jace, darlin', do you think what I'm feeling now is in some way your fault? And when you take care of me, it doesn't help, so that's why I'm feeling like this? No. No, I mean it when I say this isn't because of you or taking care of you. You're my world, okay? There's no one else I want taking care of me when I need it too. You're not incapable of helping me or looking after me when I need it, you're just out of action if you're not well yourself. Hey, listen to me beautiful," he murmured, taking Jace's other hand to kiss his fingers. "I'm just a bit emotionally overloaded and it's really just a hazard of the job I do. When I'm feeling like this, you're my escape from it, not the cause. You're right, I'm absolutely terrible at knowing how to switch off my nurse mode but you always know when I'm not feeling 100%. You're my husband, you help more than anyone else."
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It took his brain a few moments to catch up with what Jace said. Or rather, what he thought he heard between the lines of what he said. "Wait. Jace, darlin', do you think what I'm feeling now is in some way your fault? And when you take care of me, it doesn't help, so that's why I'm feeling like this? No. No, I mean it when I say this isn't because of you or taking care of you. You're my world, okay? There's no one else I want taking care of me when I need it too. You're not incapable of helping me or looking after me when I need it, you're just out of action if you're not well yourself. Hey, listen to me beautiful," he murmured, taking Jace's other hand to kiss his fingers. "I'm just a bit emotionally overloaded and it's really just a hazard of the job I do. When I'm feeling like this, you're my escape from it, not the cause. You're right, I'm absolutely terrible at knowing how to switch off my nurse mode but you always know when I'm not feeling 100%. You're my husband, you help more than anyone else."