Jag didn't shrug Em's hand away; on the contrary, he leaned into the touch, eyes closed. None of this made sense. The entire evening made no sense. He had missed out on a good bar fight - never mind that it seemed a terrible idea now - and almost been killed by a vampire he'd turned to ash, and now Val had him bound in a circle so he could lift a curse off him. A curse he couldn't feel. None of it made sense, and his emotions were all over the place. It might be selfish to take comfort from Em's touch when he'd been such a shit to her, but there he went anyway.