"Are you purposefully trying to piss me off by suggesting I see taking care of you as part of my job?" Normally, Jesse had all the patience in the world but if there was one thing that had the capacity to be a touchy subject when he was running on empty and his emotions were frayed, it was this. A big part of him knew Jace didn't mean anything hurtful or offensive but he also knew Jace's brain injury meant he usually had no filter, so his honesty was as reliable as honesty could get, so Jesse was hurt by what he said. "What are you trying to get me to say, Jace? That, yeah, you're getting worse so I'm no longer capable of handling it? Do you see taking care of me as a job, as a chore, when I'm sick? I can't believe you even..." He just trailed off, shaking his head and pushed his plate away. If he barely had an appetite before, he definitely didn't now. He didn't want to argue with Jace or upset him more than he already was but he was definitely upset himself now too and didn't want to accidentally say anything he didn't mean or would regret because he was exhausted. That was never a good mix with emotions.

He rubbed his eyes slowly, tiredly. "I don't know if I feel like it, if you're just going to keep drilling me to say you're worse and don't want me looking after you anymore. I don't really feel like being told I'm shit at what I do because sometimes, I get tired and sometimes, caring for people who are sick and in pain means I take their pain on board so they're not carrying it alone. If that makes me shit at being a caring husband, then I don't fucking know the answer because this is me and I'm not ashamed of that. I lived with shame of being me long enough and I won't do it anymore. I don't need a nurse, I need my husband. I think I'm just going to go to bed. This is not doing either of us any good."