"You always do," he says very quietly. His mind is restless but the exhaustion is kicking back in; he's in no position to keep fighting it. "I... won't need much. Just... don't go too far. Please."

Having Jim here. Being here, in their quarters, hearing Tiber scuffle with the dead bug under the coffee table- all of it is a comfort he didn't quite realize he needed. He came so close to losing Jim, last time. Losing this. Not again. Anything but that again.