He doesn't have to say it out loud because this here - this here and the way he's been acting - tell him everything. Jesus knows without being told and that's important, that he already knows how to read between the lines and hear unsaid things. His breath only shakes once as Daryl holds him, real relief finally flooding through him. It's probably funny: it's a different kind of fear than he'd ever had on runs before. He knows why even if he still has a little trouble quantifying it.

When Daryl speaks, Jesus finally nods slightly. The kiss makes him smile and he lifts his head, looking at him quietly before giving him a proper kiss, light but lingering before he nods again. "Yeah. Yeah, let's go."

Murmured. A nap is going to be great. "Stay with me," is a continuation of said murmur while they're on the way back to his trailer, before they're even out of the house proper. He knows he doesn't have to say it, but he does anyway.

Sometimes verbal confirmation can be a nice addition.