Jace put his arms around Jesse and kissed his forehead before wrapping him in a full hug. He looked and sounded like he needed one, and Jace did too. He was glad they were one of those strange couples who very rarely argued about anything. That didn't mean there wasn't tension. He knew when his moods and emotions were a bit skewed with his brain injury, he could have a short fuse. That was why he could never spite Jesse feeling emotionally fragile and sensitive. "Of course it's not too late. I just need you to know first, though, that I wasn't asking about getting worse to try to say you're not capable or that I don't want you taking care of me. That's never going to be a thing. Literally ever. And if it is, then I'll know I'm worse and beyond help to be saying that sort of thing. But I'm always going to wish this wasn't our normal and wish we didn't have to think about any of it. You would never tell me it's too much so I have to ask sometimes. That's part of me taking care of you. I didn't say it in the best way and went about what I was trying to say badly. I was just trying to see if you needed help at the moment. You're not feeling good and if I was worse, it would be okay to say if you needed more help." He sat back a little see Jesse's face again, hands resting on Jesse's hips. "Are you feeling sick? You barely touched the dinner. Literally barely. You had a couple of bites. If I ask if you maybe need to see a doctor, would you give me an honest answer? That's not me asking if you're lying. I mean, an honest answer with yourself. What do you need help with?"