Jesus hasn't exactly told Tony what he knows will happen to him. He hasn't told anyone. It worries him too much to actually say it out loud. To have his blood spilled-- It makes for fine imagery but in practice, he's as frightened as anyone would be. Fingers curl in Tony's wet hair when Jesus hugs him closer.

"Some things are out of your hands," he replies, taking his turn to duck his head against the other's shoulder. He's never been this close to anyone before. It's beautiful in it's simplicity. It will never last.