Felix Caelus

Jim snorts.

How can Felix still believe that about him? He's seen Jim be petty, seen him jealous, irrational, stubborn. He's seen Jim be selfish and yet he still puts the man up on a pedestal. Sometimes he wonders if Felix thinks that low of himself or if Jim's self assessment of himself is still that twisted. He'd like to think he's gotten better about that over the years but it's difficult to tell to be honest.

He could argue the point. James T. Kirk is stubborn as a mule. His words vanish with the tears that slip down Felix's face. He can read the shame in the mage's features and even if he should feel that way Jim can't help how his heart breaks a little to see Felix like this. He's glad beyond words when Felix covers Jim's hand with his rather than pulling away.

Jim can't not ask anymore. He hopes there will come a time when he doesn't have to, but the concession is a step forward. So he nods slowly, tipping his head until his forehead is touching Felix's.

"Thank you."