"...Having a child there won't make things right at once, either." Felix runs a gentle hand down Tiber's back, absently. "You can't bury that even if you want to, for his sake."

Nor would Felix let him just stifle his own needs like that. Hurt himself because- well, they've had this conversation a few times recently. No need to dwell on it.

"Perhaps it depends. On how much they're willing to meet you, too." He sets the PADD down. Cups Jim's face gently. "...You need some time to breathe. Do you want some coffee? Tea?"