A soft grunt, more to note the impact than any weight behind it. Taiki is weirdly light, but fully physically present regardless of the contrast. Not that Jingyi rocks back even a little on his heels. His tail twitches, and he sighs, only letting go of Taiki's hands because with him resting against his chest, it's easier to shift into a loose, but present, hug.

He can offer the circle of his arms, if nothing else, and the willingness to listen, and so: he nods, hums acknowledgement.

"Horrible shit's hard to accept."

And he, a master of words.