He looks up at him. He knows it won't make sense to K, he can hear that it doesn't. But K sees it and he trusts it and for now, that's enough. That's all he wants: that K knows it's true.

He kisses him slowly, gently, to punctuate the fact that this, too, is not because Jesus is trying to use him. This has nothing to do with the expectations of the city, and everything to do with the person K is despite all the reasons he has to be someone shuttered and bitter.