[ Jim's as patched up as he's going to get, torn between wandering in a kind of aimless fog and trying to get his nails under a second (third, fourth?) wind to kick himself into ... something. He's not sure, but he's certain he could find a task.
Until Dutch appears and takes his arm, and he thinks: alright, well, a task has found me. Good enough.
He goes with her, and a soon as his brain realizes what she's angling for, it rapidly begins to go into shut-down mode. How many 24 hour cycles has it been since he even sat down, much less got any rest? Enough that it doesn't warrant remembering. He sits down on the bunk and keeps hold of her arm, tugging her - gently, because they're both beat to shit - with him. ]
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Until Dutch appears and takes his arm, and he thinks: alright, well, a task has found me. Good enough.
He goes with her, and a soon as his brain realizes what she's angling for, it rapidly begins to go into shut-down mode. How many 24 hour cycles has it been since he even sat down, much less got any rest? Enough that it doesn't warrant remembering. He sits down on the bunk and keeps hold of her arm, tugging her - gently, because they're both beat to shit - with him. ]