He could still feel Jim's body shaking in his arms, and he knew he was crying. He just held him tighter because of it, as if to make sure that Jim wouldn't just slip away from him right then and there, and to reassure him that James wasn't going anywhere anytime soon either.

"Please," he whispered, his own voice trembling. There were tears in his eyes and he hated the sensation, so strange and foreign to him. "I don't want you feeling like this. Don't cry, don't be sad..."