"I won't." He's gentle when he leans down and presses a kiss to Jim's forehead. "And if I forget, Tiber will knock the bottle over. Won't you?" He quirks a smile at the answering purr. His touch squeezing lightly before he pulls away.

"We're here for you." It's not like before. Jim is no longer a lost and lonely child. He has his own family. His own close-knit friends and crew ready to have his back.

This time, Felix swears, it's going to be okay.