He felt the arm at his back, pleased at the movement and at the intent behind it. That small touch... "Just hold on, Jim, hold on to me, okay?" he said, pressing his mouth against Kirk's head. "I'll be here, as long as you want me."

Kirk was still clinging to him, and it felt so damned good. "Take your time," he added, small circles on Kirk's chest. "There's no hurry, darlin'. You just get better, alright?"