J nods, a slight fond smile on his lips at S's comment. He's not delusional enough to pretend it doesn't frustrate the hell out of him sometimes, but he's perfectly aware of S's need to take care of things and control his situation. Sometimes it's endearing, sometimes infuriating. Mostly it makes J worry, though he doesn't really have any room to talk.

More pressing is this, letting S get out the things he's thinking and working through. Hand stroking down S's side, he nods again. "Sometimes you don't know until, all at once, you do," he says. It happens to him a lot, and he's not really sure why. Things just get pushed down until they boil over. With this, he thinks, he really should have noticed. He, at least, should have been less of a coward and spoken up long ago. It's one more thing to add to the long, long list of stuff he can't undo. "Now we know. And you... you can talk to me about it. Or not, whatever you prefer. And we can do something about it. Anyway, if I'm going to be upset about something regardless, I'd rather be upset knowing things than not, I think. Mostly."