Jag was done with his plate, and he stood, because he couldn't have this conversation on the other side of the bloody table from Val. So he walked around it and dragged a chair right up beside him, so he could sit there and take his hand in both of his. "I don't... I'm a fuck-up in a lot of ways, Val. I tend to hurt the people I care about - which, well, you've noticed already. And I'm scared shitless of opening up to something that'll leave me vulnerable. But I'd like to try. I don't want to be gone in the morning, either."