[ He lets go of Jim's hand, and waits for a moment for everything to stop feeling like it's spinning. Then he nuzzles against the outstretched hand. Pressing a kiss against his palm. ]

You can touch me. It doesn't hurt. [ Just makes him feel sick, but it's worth it. ]

It'll be better soon. Maybe in the morning or the next day, but it'll be soon. So, stay with me.

[ Leaning back again to make sure Jim doesn't feel bad. ]

Stay with me.