K's eyes slide half closed and he tips his head ever so slightly into the warm touch of Jesus's hand; it quiets the vast majority of the uncertainty trying to build up in him after everything. If they can still start here, then they can still coax something worthwhile out between them.

He reaches up to touch the back of Jesus's hand, to close the circuit, to keep his hand there.

"Then let's just focus on that, and we can figure out the rest as we go," he suggests - asks.