Terentius makes a rueful noise. Stratos is generally adept at subterfuge but... perhaps not so when he decides his little brother's injuries outweigh discretion. He's certainly capable of causing havoc if he goes on the warpath.

"You do that. I need to tell him what I think of sneaking past me without so much as a 'how are you'." Terentius looks over Jim, gives him another pat before he steps back. "I'll be here. You just make sure you get some sleep. You're going to need it too." Don't think he hasn't cottoned on to your bad habits, Jim.