"I..." What a choice, when he feels such a turmoil of guilt and fear to think of telling the story at all. But Jim's hands are firm on his shoulders, despite how he's upset his husband. Felix makes himself look up again.

"I'd rather..." not piss off both of you at the same time, "tell you, first. I need to, well. Get it straight in my mind before I explain it to him." Which he is truly dreading.