"Mmmhm. We've still got the bar, but you can't bring it back here." He leans down, brushes a kiss over Jim's temple, and it's still not sexual. He feels nervous and grateful and tender. Jedao just wants to hug him and not let go, but that's not useful right now. He gets a washcloth, lathers that up, too.

"I'm dating the doctor now, too. Could probably talk him into a house call." A silly grin, gossip, and for all that it's completely true, he's playing the jester at the same time, trying to make Jim smile with his antics. "We'll take care of you." He's repeating himself, but it's true.