"'Course I did. I always sleep with you in my arms. Not long I admit, but that's not unusual. I take comfort in just having you next to me baby. Just rest James. I know you need it. I'll be here."

Steve stroked the man's hair, the gesture tender and loving, meant to comfort and soothe. He'd stay with James till the man felt recovered, joyously playing nursemaid and keeping everyone else away. When he spoke, his voice was a whisper, just in case the man had drifted off, "James? Do you wanna talk about it?"