"Hey hey, Jetsetter." His voice is low, going for soothing that might be made better or worse by the huskiness, and makes an effort to sit up and snuggle into Jedao's shoulder. "I was the drunk asshole that came onto you, remember? You're not a bad person."

He manages to drape an arm across Jedao's chest in a weak hug, eyes shut as he buries into Jedao's stubble. "And... uh. Well." And Jedao might feel the face tucked in there heat up sharply. "I've been... kinda sorta wanting to ask for a while now."