Jay looked down at him, a pang of guilt stabbing at him that he knew would be much sharper by morning. He got up and moved over to Yuki, offering a hand to pull him to his feet. "You alright?" He asked, wiping away what he'd gotten on his face. He'd gone too far, and he knew it. "Come on, let's get to bed... I'll make it up to you in the morning, alright?"