[ That much Jim can tell. He's used to a different reality, to being surrounded by people who work together, live together, fight together when need be. Where he comes from people look after each other, they live in a genuinely united community that cares and works towards the well-being of everyone, but even in his galaxy —even in the quadrants of it that he's been to— he's all too familiar with races, worlds and people who don't work that way. He's not so naïve as to think that his own circumstances are the norm; if anything his time here has come to prove just how very unique his situation is.

He doesn't really need to imagine how it feels like to try to breathe through lungs filling up with fluid, through the unbearable pain of his organs shutting down one by one. Been there, done that— would rather not repeat the experience. He shakes off the memory easily, taking in what information she offers about Vincent instead. They must be close, he thinks, though he doesn't ask her how much just yet.

He snorts at her last remark, chuckling. ] I think he might pop a vein or have a heart attack if you do call him sometime just to let him know you're dying. I'd rather you didn't, by the way. Good boyfriends are so hard to come by. [ He tips his head towards the bike. ] Anyway— drive you back?