Jace knew they would get back to issue of him helping Justin and Sasha as someone who had a brain-injury infiltrate every facet of his life. The thing was, Justin had a medically classified disability also, just psychological rather than physical and neurological like Jace, so the last thing Justin needed was anyone telling him how to suck eggs. It was solely the brain injury and living with it that they might appreciate Jace's input from if Sash got a diagnosis that he would have long-term complications from the brain injury he sustained. That could be the difficult part as Jace didn't always know how to talk about it, about living with it. He tried but his brain did sometimes get scrambled and he was anxious that might scare Justin or Sash's family. That didn't mean he didn't want to help if they needed him. For now, it was hard to focus on when his worry for Jesse was increasing. "Okay, but you're still not telling me what happens now, which makes me think there is something that's different and taking its toll on you. Which is... I know I'm brain-injured and can be a bit dense sometimes but not so much that I don't get that this can just be... a lot sometimes. You'd never say that to me. You'd never even think it. But I'm going to ask it because you need to be taken care of too. If your health screws up, I risk losing you too. We've got to talk about this. We have to be able to talk about it. We promised that when we got married."
"It is some way my fault! Just... not in a fault way. Fuck." He pushed the heels of his palms against his eyes when he started to get frustrated with himself not being able to find the ways to say things that he was shooting for. No matter how many years he lived with this, it just got to him sometimes and that was especially so when he was worried about Jesse. Jesse had this way of always trying to shield him and buffer him, which he loved him for but it had the counterproductive result of reminding him he was a sick and disabled person. The inadequacy and uselessness were that hardest feelings to deal with. "It can be a lot sometimes and that's okay. That's all I'm trying to say. I don't want you to hold that back from me. Tell me how you're feeling with no censoring so I know how to help more."
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"It is some way my fault! Just... not in a fault way. Fuck." He pushed the heels of his palms against his eyes when he started to get frustrated with himself not being able to find the ways to say things that he was shooting for. No matter how many years he lived with this, it just got to him sometimes and that was especially so when he was worried about Jesse. Jesse had this way of always trying to shield him and buffer him, which he loved him for but it had the counterproductive result of reminding him he was a sick and disabled person. The inadequacy and uselessness were that hardest feelings to deal with. "It can be a lot sometimes and that's okay. That's all I'm trying to say. I don't want you to hold that back from me. Tell me how you're feeling with no censoring so I know how to help more."