Jimmy's thoughts were hazy as he pulled away, barely able to process the moment. He’d never been good with feelings—too used to shutting them down, keeping them out of sight. But here he was, in your room, heart hammering as his lips brushed against yours. He had to admit, it was... different. The warmth of your kiss felt like a strange anchor in the storm of his mind.

He pulled back slightly, eyes flickering over your face, and a knot twisted in his stomach. How could you bear him? Everyone else—the crew, the mission, even the damned ship—seemed to keep their distance, their faces tight with disdain when they looked at him. But you... you looked at him like you cared. It made no sense. There was nothing special about him, just a guy who made mistakes, who spiraled further with every wrong turn. And yet, you were here, in his arms, kissing him like he was worth something.

Jimmy bit his lip, pulling away a fraction more, the quiet, almost bitter self-doubt creeping back in. He didn’t deserve this.

But he couldn’t push you away. Not yet. Not with that warmth still lingering.

"Why?" he whispered, his voice barely audible, barely even a question. It wasn’t for you to answer, not really. He just needed to say itl