"No, but I like it." Needs it to function, more like. The tension headache sitting between his eyes is a constant companion after a day spent worrying over Felix. Answering difficult messages form Stratos. They still don't know much of anything yet. No doubt Felix is hoping Jim will be so worried about Felix's recovery he forgets about how the man ended up like this to begin with.

"I'll get it now." Just half a cup for starters. It's easier for Jim to help Felix drink from a cup when it's not so full. They might have found this out the hard way already. Jim's not taking the risk with a hot beverage. Not when Felix is already burned.

When he comes back Jim's going to set both mugs down on the side table nearest Felix's side of the bed. There's no room to pull up a chair so he'll have to settle on the side of the bed next to Felix.

"It's not scalding hot but..." His gaze strays to Felix's bandages. Jim scowls. "Maybe we should wait a few minutes."