"Yes, I am," TJ replied softly. But, he slowly rolled onto his side, sliding close enough to press a soft kiss to Travis' shoulder. His hand found Travis', lacing their fingers together as he propped his head up on the other.
He couldn't imagine how much pain Travis had to be in. Pacing outside that kitchen, listening to Travis' screams and knowing there was nothing he could do except trust Maura to keep him alive, TJ had thought he was going to go insane. He wanted to be there, soothing his lover. And he was helplessly waiting outside, waiting to know if Travis was going to live or die. It had been the most horrible day in his life...and he'd had his brother and Savannah to lean on. His parents couldn't even be fucked to sound like they cared while pretending.
And none of it mattered now that he had Travis home with Maura's assurances his prognosis looked good.
Travis was alive and he was going to need TJ more than ever for awhile. That was what TJ kept reminding himself, while silently thanking his own foresight in taking Doug up on the offer to hold onto his stash. He couldn't afford to let Travis down, not now. And he knew himself well enough to know the stress of watching his lover suffer would eventually be enough to push him off that wagon if he had the access to his drugs.
"You should try to sleep. You'll heal faster, Maura said. You can have your side of the bed back as soon as you're healed." He brushed his lips lightly against Travis' shoulder again and smiled a little against the skin. "Most of the time you end up sprawled on top of me on my side anyway," he teased, definitely not complaining, since it was one of his favorite ways to wake up in the morning.