He's aware abruptly that though he does genuinely want Jesus here, he doesn't want to be touched. His head is such a mess right now though that he doesn't know how much is real and how much is everything in him trying to curl up and heal, and anyway, he does trust Jesus.

He nods, and straightens up from where he's leaned forward on his knees, offering Jesus carte blanche. There's nothing though. He's cool to the touch even for a normal human, and he shivers occasionally, but there isn't a mark on him that explains anything.

He thinks about it while he tracks Jesus's movement around him. "I think... I thought it was a dream but I think. There was a blade runner."