Rupert is used to his touch having a marked effect on people, albeit not quite like this. As a rule, people like it when he touches them. And generally, he too responds just as readily, just as eagerly; hungrily seeking that silent response of thank you, yes, more. It's a common trade, a language that Rupert speaks intimately - that of touch and reaction, for better or worse (and nearly always for the better).

This isn't quite like that, but it's the same thing in its bare bones. The sudden quiet that leaves Rupert breathless in case he might shatter it. The fractional lean into his hand that Rupert can only interpret as a silent request for more. Rupert quietly marvels at the broken yearning in Jonas's expression, sliding a thumb smoothly over his temple. Pushing his fingers through that blond hair. He's an expert when it comes to understanding what people want. What they need.

"Does this help?" Rupert murmurs, smiling faintly. "Talk to me, Jonas. Tell me."