Jag held the smoke in his lungs for a few moments, then let it out on a long, deep, intensely frustrated sigh. "I don't know. I don't know what I want. Or..." What he needed. Anything. He shook his head, then turned back to Coby, although holding his gaze was difficult. "But you've done more for me than I'd ever have asked. I'm shite at saying thank you, but... thank you."