Felix Caelus

Jim still sulks a bit when Felix says as much, but on a thought he can't deny that. Felix knows all too well how Jim feels about protecting his crew. The responsibilities he has as the Enterprise-A's captain, to say nothing about Jim's own reckless nature.

"...Probably." He accepts, instead, and even this is an understatement when 'definitely' is the word they should be using. But it's a start. A concession, no matter what their discussion had been before. Jim's at least willing to listen and consider now. Jim shifts slightly on the bed to give Felix the room he needs to stretch out, lie back and consider what he's going to say. This isn't going to be easy to hear; there's no scenario Jim can imagine where it'll be easy to talk about either.

If it were easy, Felix probably wouldn't have lied about it in the first place. Best to look down at his bowl and focus on the food Jim's working at while he's got the chance. A wise idea considering the mere mention of the Runeblades sends a chill down the captain's spine.

"Mmh." Noncommittal. A grunt of affirmation that Jim is following more than any real opinion. The captain stares down at the remnants of his meal. The stew doesn't look so appetizing all of a sudden. He forces a few more bites--he's fine. Everything is alright for the moment. Felix's ownership of his actions cut nearly as deep as the mention of those cursed blades. Nausea sweeps over the captain and he quietly puts the tray on the side table. He doesn't want to see smears of dark liquid and chunks of flesh right now.

Coffee is better. Jim doesn't have to look at it and the smell is a comfort he clings to.

"But. You didn't find them when you went back." Jim supplies softly. He's pretty sure there weren't any books lying around at the house. Pretty sure, but not totally certain. He'd only been looking for Felix that night.