"You're just mad you didn't have to do mouth t'mouth." Snrk. Cough. Jim lets Felix help him up. It's not demeaning when Felix does it. He's just being helpful. Supportive. Other words. "Hope your armor's not dry clean only."

Jim has completely forgotten what the deal was in all the commotion, but watching Felix run his hands through his hair is pleasant watching. Roll with it, Jim. What's the worst that could happen?

"What are you waiting for then?"