Frank sighed, lingered, stayed still and inside him as long as he possibly could. When he pulled back, he didn't go very far.

He laughed softly, collapsing sideways and collecting Jim against him. He carefully glanced at the bandage on Jim's chest and shoulder. It hadn't slipped at all, though it was a little bit bled through. He bent down and kissed just on the edge of the bandages, a silent apology for any lingering pain.

"Doin' okay there?" he asked gently. Jim looked pleasantly exhausted.