"If you forgot me, you can forget anything," Jedao counters, gentle ribbing in place of concession. In place of the question he knows Jim better than to ask, even if now were the time, and it certainly isn't. Jim did forget. He didn't choose to leave. Jedao has believed that this whole time, and there's no reason to get insecure now.

"This is a sober household, now. Coffee aside. Are you going to have any withdrawal issues if I just tuck you in to sleep it all off?"

His hands are gentle in Jim's hair, keeping the shampoo out of his eyes, lathering and combing out all the tangles - much easier, at this length, than it had been for Nidana's hair.