It isn't especially like Jim to brush off compliments. His defenses are lower than usual, aching somewhere around his stomach in a way that makes him wonder if he'll be able to keep down water later and I hate not being able to think past this pain. He inhales slowly so as not to start off another coughing fit, gaze lingering somewhere around her waist. Maybe he can play off his emotions as a by-product of his exhaustion.
"As long as there's one of me in every reality that gets his ship, I can live with that."
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It isn't especially like Jim to brush off compliments. His defenses are lower than usual, aching somewhere around his stomach in a way that makes him wonder if he'll be able to keep down water later and I hate not being able to think past this pain. He inhales slowly so as not to start off another coughing fit, gaze lingering somewhere around her waist. Maybe he can play off his emotions as a by-product of his exhaustion.
"As long as there's one of me in every reality that gets his ship, I can live with that."