Felix Caelus

Jim takes his anger with him, and though anxiety for his husband gnaws at him Felix is a little relieved, for a few minutes. Sitting in the dim light of their quarters with nothing but the quiet hum of the ship... and his own guilt. Their arguments - and his own bad memories - playing out in his mind over and over.

Maybe he should have asked for a book.

The loneliness sets in after about ten minutes. Felix is starting to feel very sorry for himself, all alone with his burned hands, when there's a thump from across their quarters and the padding of small feet. Tiber jumps up onto the bed a moment later, purring up a storm to find Felix entirely trapped in a cushy spot.

"...You golden devil, were you hiding over there?" Probably hogging Jim's desk chair to stay out of the way and keep his owner from doing any work. Felix knows Tiber is more intelligent than a normal cat- and he does seem more inclined to respond to Jim's moods. Maybe they're both looking for some comfort. He strokes the cat's head with awkward care and sighs. "Turning up after all the shouting's over, huh? I couldn't have done better myself."

Tiber blinks at him smugly, and gets down to the important work of finding the best position to sit on top of the human. Preferably one that'll trap his legs in an awkward position...

He's still there when Jim returns- Felix knows who's coming by the way Tiber's ears twitch and his head lifts - though when the captain steps inside, the cat's getting up in a hurry. Jim's remark about being hungry elicits a long mrooow before Felix can open his mouth.

"Starving." Felix pushes himself straighter, peering at Jim carefully. Taking in his posture as well as the stains on his clothes. Some men would go and hack at a target with a sword; Jim, he's learned, has other tastes. "Though apparently you were supposed to bring enough for three."