*George's words swam through his head (http://dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com/4371.html?thread=67859#t67859) as he watched their hands touch, Jim's fingers warm against his cool skin* *slowly flipped his hand over, laced their fingers together and squeezed, just relishing that small touch, not wanting to let go*

Whatever you need, Jim. Whatever you need.

*looks over at his friend* Go to sleep now, alright? You look tired. And tomorrow's gonna be a long day.