Jim winced slightly as Seb brought the alcohol drenched swap up to his stinging cheek. The older man glanced over, blue eyes meeting brown, before he went back to tending to the wound.
"You could have died." Seb said pointedly. "Don't even think of complaining about a few little scratches."
Huffing slightly, Jim pouted. "It was a calculated risk."
"It was a bomb that you were right next to!" He bent down, placing a far too gentle kiss on the wound. "I could have lost you, James."
Glancing down, Jim blushed. "But you didn't, Seb."
"But I could have."
Silence.