Eventually, somehow, he manages to run out of tears - and aren't I a mess? he thinks. He'd laugh at himself, really, but it'd just come out as mere hissing. The sensation of numbness is finally kicking in over his superhuman thinking speed. Good ol' serotonin.

The neck rub feels nice, more than he can express- and, more than anything else, he just wants to get out of here.

"Thanks," he breathes. And then, some more immediate sensory memories come in.

"Did I really make you run into a bathroom?" He pulls away a little, attempting to meet Jim's face, though he's also clearly embarrassed.