Guy's hand lingers, in the air, for a second after Jasper lets go, before he drops it.

Time to keep going.

He has to be more sensitive to Jasper, though. Guy is about as physically fit as a person can get, short of being a professional athlete. Granted, he's not used to using that to hike through possibly irradiated forests, but strength translates well regardless. Jasper looks like he's spent most of his life in front of a computer.

It's another few minutes before Guy realizes he actually misses Jasper's talking.

He turns, brushing fingertips against Jasper's throat, his voicebox, wondering if that would get the message across.