Jon had grown up almost entirely alone in his knowledge, with no one to speak to in the language but his memories. It isn't just that he hasn't spoken it out loud in ages so much as it's something that was other to his mind, to his life experience. It might be because he has to, with all that knowledge, all those memories, just to keep from being swallowed up in who he used to be. Hard to say, really, but it is what it is.

When Alejandro finally touches him, skin to skin, it's like he's been hit by lightning more than anything. A circuit is finally complete, the energy flowing back and forth as it was supposed to, as they were supposed to. It's like finally slipping into clothes that fit for the first time in his entire life and he almost goes dizzy from it. He isn't sure if it's his talents or just... everything, all at once, but he's not going to try and buffer any of it. Not one drop.

Especially not when he hears Alejandro.

"I've missed you too." A smile, just as watery. "But mostly, I'm just glad we found one another."

Beat.

"And that you didn't actually tell me to kill myself. It would have been a bit awkward when I said 'no'."

Because like hell would he listen to a stupid order like that.