It's not the worst Jim's ever been. Experience helps tamp down on the urge to eat as much as he can get his hands on no matter how tasteless. It's food, sustenance, nutrition and he needs it badly. But Jim also knows what will wait for him if he rushes this so he makes himself sit up straight rather than hunching over the bowl. Forces himself to take his time with every measured bite.
It's a blessed reprieve from everything Jim can't make himself focus on yet. Counting and waiting taking up all of his active thoughts. It leaves Felix time for his own hopes. His own denial. It's easy to think everything is moving toward being fine. Tiber's curled up on the far end of the couch purring with contentment for having Jim back. He knows well enough not to curl up on Jim yet.
Unease flickers through Jim's expression as he strips for the shower but it only lasts a couple of seconds. He feels like he hasn't been entirely bare like this for months and the thought of wasting water jolts him awake just enough for him to remember they're on the ship. A sonic is much less worrisome for him now. He needs a deep, long bath at some point but not tonight. They'd both drown in the tub when they inevitably pass out. It's with a numb autopilot that Jim brushes his hair and teeth. Things he hasn't had the luxury to worry about now a small comfort.
Jim's clean. Fed. Safe.
It will still have to be Felix who lays them down together but he may not notice that. Jim doesn't pull away from him. There's no energy left to do anything but relent to the siren call of sleep for some time...
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It's a blessed reprieve from everything Jim can't make himself focus on yet. Counting and waiting taking up all of his active thoughts. It leaves Felix time for his own hopes. His own denial. It's easy to think everything is moving toward being fine. Tiber's curled up on the far end of the couch purring with contentment for having Jim back. He knows well enough not to curl up on Jim yet.
Unease flickers through Jim's expression as he strips for the shower but it only lasts a couple of seconds. He feels like he hasn't been entirely bare like this for months and the thought of wasting water jolts him awake just enough for him to remember they're on the ship. A sonic is much less worrisome for him now. He needs a deep, long bath at some point but not tonight. They'd both drown in the tub when they inevitably pass out. It's with a numb autopilot that Jim brushes his hair and teeth. Things he hasn't had the luxury to worry about now a small comfort.
Jim's clean. Fed. Safe.
It will still have to be Felix who lays them down together but he may not notice that. Jim doesn't pull away from him. There's no energy left to do anything but relent to the siren call of sleep for some time...