His jaw tightened at that. "Really." Another breath - God, how was the air even getting past that burning, jagged pain in his lungs? - and Nathan nodded. He turned, quietly picking up his bags again.
"I loved you," he said, very softly, tears making it hard to see, hard to talk. "For me, anyway, it was a hell of a lot more than that." He dared to look up at Jim, pain overshadowing even the anger or the grief or the confusion in his eyes. "Don't worry, though. Since I was just a bedwarmer, and a substandard one at that, I won't bother you again."