"Figured it would all be a little big on you," he admitted. "S'fine. I doubt there'd ever be a situation I'd want to wear anything that warm." Unless they stripped his power and threw them into a blizzard the same week. Why not? In that case, he'd wrap himself up in a blanket and crank up the heat and call it good.
When she settled on the couch, he settled down next to her, but not so near as to be invading her personal space. He did wonder if she'd be warm enough, but she seemed all right and it really wasn't that bad in here, he didn't think. Either way, he guessed she could adjust the blanket if she wanted to.
"Some things can't," he agreed. "Some things are just beyond words. There aren't words to adequately fit some situations. Or to explain them." Sometimes, that was just because some things couldn't be explained, no matter how hard someone might want to explain them. He did glance over to her whens he mentioned being a mess, and he lifted his brows slightly. "You look all right now," he offered with a slight smile.
Oh, he knew that wasn't what she meant. He reasoned she was referring to a more internal mess. But he didn't feel there was any need to harp on it. She'd been through a lot, and there'd been a lot of losses lately that impacted her. So if she was a little messed up in her head, it was beyond understandable. He himself was going to have to do his own coping with Sin's absence, his own wondering if he'd had a hand in her leaving -- or wondering if she'd left voluntarily or not. If she'd come back like Mike had. If this was part of the fuckery of this place.
So many questions, and so few answers.
Jake exhaled a heavy sigh before he glanced over to Dahlia, a smile softening his features briefly.