[ At least there, Jim will get to feel the expanse of his chest, feel the rise of it as he breathes. But Spock is very appreciative of Jim's warmth just then, the sensation of Jim's hand pleasant.
It makes Spock more confident to wrap his own arm around Jim as well, shifting closer and turning towards him just slightly to do so. ]
[Jim shifts so that the hand that had been on Spock's chest is now snaked up and over his hip loosely. He presses his forehead against Spock's shoulder (the small movement makes his head feel like it weighs a thousand pounds)--the coolness helps a little bit. He mutters:]
Feels good.
[He's rapidly losing consciousness as everything catches up with him and before even a couple of minutes pass, his breathing evens out and his face, which had been wincing slightly every once in a while, finally slackens.]
[ He had lifted his other hand to the back of Jim's neck when they shifting to face each other more, finger pressing in slightly. He runs his fingertips along his spine and the bade of Jim's head, pressing into the pressure points to try and relieve his migraine however slightly there.
Once he realizes Jim's unconsciousness, there's a light smile spreading across his expression. ]
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It makes Spock more confident to wrap his own arm around Jim as well, shifting closer and turning towards him just slightly to do so. ]
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Feels good.
[He's rapidly losing consciousness as everything catches up with him and before even a couple of minutes pass, his breathing evens out and his face, which had been wincing slightly every once in a while, finally slackens.]
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Once he realizes Jim's unconsciousness, there's a light smile spreading across his expression. ]
Rest well, Jim.