Jesse was about to get up and go inside but not to storm off. As soon as he saw Jace's reaction and the look on his face, he knew unintentionally misdirecting what he was feeling and taking it out on the wrong person. There was no one at fault or to blame, it was a culmination of a lot of little things compounding. He put his hand over Jace's before he picked up the next lid. "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you, darlin'. That wasn't fair. But what you said did hurt. I don't want you to think you can't talk to me about these things. You can. Always. I'll reassure you but I'm not sure you believe me when I do. You're not any sicker than you always have been. You're still just in your early twenties, so your brain isn't fully developed yet. Your seizures are just more intense and you're taking longer to come through the episodes. I've talked a lot to Evan and Ethan about it. They said the time to be concerned is when you have the ones you don't come through easily, more often. The ones you can't regain consciousness with and you need hospital treatment for. That doesn't mean they won't run tests if you're worried. It's okay if you don't trust my judgement on any of it. It's your body, not mine. You're allowed to be worried and scared. That also doesn't mean I don't get scared and worried that might be what we're facing any time you do have seizures but it's on me to cope better. It doesn't mean it's too much of you're a burden. I really am sorry me not feeling so hot today made you feel like you shouldn't talk to me about it. I never want you to think that." He got really emotional then and his voice wavered, feeling that tightness in his throat when he veered close to tearing up. "Is it too late to accept that offer of a bubble bath? That and an early bed will really help."