Jackson loves Jono. Of that much, in a crazy existence such as his, he's now certain. He smiles softly at the kiss, giving Jono's hand another squeeze. "Stay?" he asks, carefully budging himself and the fire lizard over to one side of the bed, his intended invitation clear even without telepathy. It seems like such a waste for Dr. McCoy to have a cot brought in when all Jackson wants right now is to be close to Jono.