How in the hell was he going to deal with this? He wasn't hopped up on pain meds, and he sure as hell isn't drunk. Jim groans with a sigh as he pulls his briefs and regulation pants back on. Not gonna put a shirt on, but pants are definitely happening if he's sharing a bed.

He can either not go to sleep, or hope everything is okay. He'd managed to keep his night terrors to himself while at Clint's place, startling awake and shaking quietly in the chair by the window or on the couch. Barney gave him an odd look once or twice, but Jim refused to talk about it.

He'd been up for over two days. He should totally be able to sleep. But if they found out....the shame is a snake uncoiling in his guts, coursing through him like poison. Jim just got a family again. He doesn't want them to see how broken he really is.

Jim kicks the door open with a foot and scrubs a hand through his hair as he wanders back in. He's just going to have to deal with it and make sure he doesn't wake up screaming. Luckily he's noisy enough for concerned people to not be huddled together making worried faces when he gets out.

"You guys figure out who's crashin' where yet? Bathroom's free t'clean up with."