[ He plays a second and a third song for good measure. Watching the steady movement from Jim as his breathing evens out. Putting the guitar down to lean against the side table and then carefully reaching over to make Jim more cozy. He's careful to use light touches, ignoring the smell of copper and the disorientation as he goes. Once he's satisfied, he draws his knees against his chest to plant his chin on top. Just going to watch Jim to be sure he doesn't vanish come morning. They'll face the body and anything else weighing heavy on them then. For now, he's just so glad Jim is back. So relieved that he can feel telltale hot pricks in the corner of his eyes. ]
finish ;3