[ Don't smile at him, Howl. It's more embarrassing when the other person starts beaming at him in gratefulness. Then again, he would also be peeved if the other person weren't grateful at all. There's an exasperated huff, and Jean glances away with a frown. ]

Don't look so happy. You're still going to have to find your own place eventually. [ Following up with some stern words, because he has to redirect that embarrassment into something else and being harsh is just his usual response. Still, he grabs hold of that hand, pulling Howl to his feet. With all the physical work and training he's done over the years, Jean's built up some decent strength. He expects to have to support Howl given how wasted he still looks, so he starts to sling the other man's arm around his own neck. If that's not received well, he'll be happy to leave the man to his own devices too. ]

Tell me if you feel like puking. [ He will yeet right out, sorry. ]