"I still feel... fucking wretched." He closes his eyes and just breathes for a second. He's shaking from the adrenaline and he can feel bile in his throat and in his mouth. A shower would probably help.

Fuck.

"I'm gonna get in the shower, uh. You're more than welcome to leave if you want, I don't want to be any more of a pain." He says, though he's definately reaching back to touch any part of Walter he can. There's a part of Jim that wants someone to stay, just doesn't want to be alone again, can't bear to be after re-living the memory of just glass separating him from his loved ones.