Another grunt, but this one has a disbelieving warmth behind it. Leave it to Jet to believe in him when Albert didn't have any sense of it himself. "We promised. I'm not going to lose you again, especially not at my own hand."

He touches Jet's face gently, hovering the pad of his thumb just a hair's breadth of space from the cut he'd inflicted. It's already stopped bleeding, but the fact that he did it at all is something he hates. As much as he hates what happened in the Arena, and as much as he hates himself for what happened on the cliff in front of Valhalla. He's sick and tired of being used as a weapon against his husband, no matter the reason.

"Never again."