"Guess you'd better." Privately, Jim has to wonder how much real rest they're going to get, and not because of the bed.

Won't be the first time, at least.

Jim sighs quietly, and lets go of Hunter's hand to scrub a hand over his face, and through his hair. Trying to gather his thoughts, not that far gone yet, trying to stifle the worst of the dread. "...you need anything?"