"I'd be lying if I said the opposite wasn't true as well." If they'd been in his quarters with Jim using his shower, he'd be telling a bold face lie if he said he wouldn't love seeing Jim in barely any clothes. Not that tonight was the time or place, but he meant to be honest. Show that they felt the same both ways. Tonight, though, he just wanted to be close to Jim in any way he could be.

Pressing into that kiss, he smiled just a little. He liked the lingering touch, the way Jim's hand stayed in contact as long as he could before he moved out of reach of the blonde's hands. Sending a smile smile to his best friend, he disappeared into the shower. Jim had been right. He needed this. The relaxing heat easing so many tensed up muscles in his shoulders and back.

When he finally came out, he spotted the clothes. With a towel about his waist, he picked up the clothes on the chair and paused in the doorway. Jim looked wholly domestic sitting there on the bed comfy and with the hot cocoa in his hands. It made him smile a little more. "Thanks, Jim." He rose the clothes to elaborate what he meant then ducked back in the bathroom to change.

Finally slipping out, he moved to the bed and slid in on the side not occupied by the blonde. Scootng over closer, he let his shoulder rest against Jim and settled into the feelings of warmth just sitting close. Fingertips brushed Jim's elbow as he angled his head to look at him. "Did you need to shower?"