Not safe, but he lets his hands slide down, fingers barely skimming the other man's cheeks and jaw before settling against his chest. Then, and only then, does he allow himself to lean against Jim, just a little. A soft, content little hum escapes when he feels Jim stroking his hair, his eyelids lowering to half-mast.

"Mhm. He said he wouldn't let it happen either. Ready to fight the universe, believe it or not." There's no bitterness in his voice, or laughter; simply a deep fondness tempered with wistfulness.