Even gay-bashers want something -- so, yeah. Maybe in a way.
Still, Desire just shrugs, noncommital as his arm slips around to rest against Jack's side, holding the man in a loose half-hug.

"'M here now. That counts for something, doesn't it?" And Desire is here, and damned if it isn't feeling like Desire sees Jack as the only guy in the world.

(And isn't that what Jack wanted?)