James felt something sour rise to the back of his throat when he realized that what he recognized in Jim's reaction was true. Blood drained from his face in a mix of panic and pure rage, eyes wide as he pressed his lips thinly, and struggled not to hold Jim too tightly, or lose his composure completely.

His voice was too calm, too quiet and contained when he spoke again. "Who did this to you?"

Somehow he doubted Jim would tell him. But like fuck if he wasn't going to find a way to figure it out.