That ... Jackson sighs softly and melts a little into the kiss, almost overwhelmed by the projected feeling from Jono. The one that blankets his uncertainty and fear with something nice, something he's not known much of in his life. Maybe it isn't a tragedy that they followed him here, that this has all been dumped on Jono's doorstep. Maybe everything will be all right. Maybe ... yeah, maybe it's okay. He can believe that.