Bodhi falls into silence, for a moment - focusing on the tickle of Cassian's breath on the back of his neck that has a slow smile on his face, eyes closing briefly. Being accepted, asking for help -- that's all new for him.

But he can't say he's disappointed with the result. Late at night with only his doubts and second guesses, he would wonder if the others were just putting up with him because they had to. A line of thinking he's come to reject, but it still sometimes crept up -- now it's hard to give that thought much weight.

"I trust you." He mutters, turning his head back slightly to reiterate the point -- but he can't quite look all the way back without dislodging him and changing his mostly comfortable position, so he's looking back quickly. "Ha. I think we're good here, clothes on."