"It's okay..." It's not, but it can be. Will be okay, some day. He rests his forehead against Jason's and holds his hand as tightly as he dares. Worried that Jason is still fragile, still recovering.

"It's going to be okay," he amends, quietly, resting his hand over Jason's where it sits against his cheek. "I love you too much not to be here. And I'm going to take care of you. If you'll let me."