Felix Caelus

When Felix doesn't snap back Jim goes back to pacing their quarters. His fingers dig fitfully into the sleeves of his clothing--he's only half wearing his uniform today since no one called for him and he'd taken the day to tend to his husband. It's not much relief but having something to fidget with (a small bit of physical discomfort as he chafes and digs into his arms) helps distract from everything Jim's decided he won't say.

So he's actually shocked into spinning round when he hears Felix trying to get up. His husband's face is nearly as pale as it had been the other night.

"Felix--" But he's cut off and it's genuine fear in Felix's voice. Jim's sigh is half exasperated and half relieved that something finally seems to be getting through. "Felix sit down, I'm not leaving you." Jim's at the side of the bed in only a couple full strides, his warm hands on Felix's shoulders.

"It's just goddamned hard to help support you when you won't let me stand by you when you actually need it."