There's no right or wrong way to go about this kind of thing.

[John's hand goes from Jim's cheek to his shoulder. They've been working together a while now. Enough that he's actually comfortable being physical with him. Jim's not just a comrade, he's a friend. John isn't the best at expressing himself, at talking, and reaching out to people has always been something he struggles with, but for Jim? It doesn't feel like such a stretch.

He gives him a light squeeze, his own expression more serious, but not somber. He really is happy for Jim, and wants to see him happy, too. Whatever and however that happiness looks like. Even if it's with goddamn Frankenstein.]

I waited... years after the divorce. In the end, it didn't make a damn difference. Never got any easier. You've got to move on. Whether it's sooner or later is up to you, and what you want and need.

And maybe you need someone right now. If people talk? Screw 'em.