Felix Caelus

Felix is usually more cautious. More aware that wounded feelings and causes for anger don't simply vanish. But he's exhausted in so many ways, and for now it's too easy to believe that Jim is - not happy, but on the way to forgiving him.

Felix wants to believe it'll be that simple.

They both have to catch their balance as Jim's pulled to his feet. Felix grabs at Jim's arm and holds him steady, hopeful affection all over his face.

"We don't have to go far." Just over to the couch. He nudges Jim to sit down, pushes the uneaten food aside roughly before he goes to get more of that mash stuff. "Eat what you can, and then we'll see if you can manage a shower before you rest."