"I'm not the one who tried out his kevlar impression this morning. So, I'm pretty sure that means I'm okay. Hey, hey, easy." Watching Travis in pain was the hardest thing he'd ever done. More so than going almost eight months without drugs, or putting himself through this insane training regime. TJ would gladly through all of that with a smile if it would keep Travis from going though this. He ran the backs of his fingers over Travis' cheek before tangling them with Travis' again.
"Sleep will happen eventually because you'll crash and pass out." He chuckled roughly. "If you turn now, the floor will be the least of your worries."
He ran his thumb lightly over Travis' wrist, reassuring if he'd known who was reassuring: Travis or himself. Bringing Travis' hand up to his lips, he kissed each finger tip, the back of Travis' hand. TJ had always responded to touch and unconsciously, he was looking for that proof of life. Laying there in bed, he hadn't been able to close his eyes without seeing Travis gasping for air or without hearing his pain while Maura worked on him. He'd promised himself he wouldn't let this become about him. Travis needed that strong man he said he could see inside TJ. But, there was still that part of him that wanted to curl up around Travis so neither of them could be hurt again.
As if that would work.
"Can I do anything to help make it easier? Scalp massage? Bedtime story? Would that weird calm thing I can do with my power help you sleep?"