smartass_captain

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There's something off when he gets back to their quarters. Felix can feel it even before Tiber's yowl of complaint (Human fix this now!!) draws his eyes to the look on Jim's face. His husband's sitting at the desk but not looking at the terminal screen.

Felix freezes, as the door swishes shut behind him. His mind's racing immediately through the possible causes - it's the tension between them boiling up at last, it's Jim finding out something else he did (what? what else has he done?) or, no, something happened in training it was supposed to just be training what happened-

He takes a deep breath. Whatever it is, Jim needs- deserves - his husband to step forward instead of cowering by the door. He crosses the floor toward Jim. Notices the damp cloth on the corner of the desk, like it's been wiped in a hurry.

"...Something's wrong." He reaches out to Jim- settles the touch on his shoulder, because that seems most likely to be allowed. Gently, "What is it, beloved?"

He really hopes the answer isn't him.