Jim…son, you don’t have to go. I’ll make them understand, I’m not going to make you go. Not today. [His voice cracks, that stinging knot in his throat returns with a vengeance as he tries to keep from upsetting the sobbing man in his arms any more.]
[3/3] [His breath hitched again. Fingers dug into Pike's lapels, twisting the fabric as he tried in vain to catch his breath. It wasn't easy. Whenever he tried to breath it felt like something sharp was digging into his throat, his lungs. Jim dragged himself away from the Captain- moving slowly and reluctantly. He wiped his palms over his cheeks, hanging his head to hide his bloodshot eyes. Jim shook his head wordlessly, shoulders slumped forward.]
I'll go [He muttered half-heartedly, his voice dry and quiet.] I have to.