"Is that what you think?"
"It's the truth."
"Jim, you're always there for me. Always." He scooted closer to his partner. "Whether you had made it to that cemetery or not doesn't matter. I know how you feel. I know more than anything that you wanted me to be safe. That you would have done anything to make sure that I was safe. To protect me." Reaching out, he took Jim's hand in his own and gripped it tightly. "That's what matters."
Jim stared at him, his gaze still uncertain. "You really believe that?"
"Your blessed protector," the sentinel said quietly.
"My blessed protector... and my brother." Blair reached up and laid his hand gently against the side of Jim's face. "How could you ever think anything bad could happen to me when I've got those two things going for me?"
Jim closed his eyes. "Thank you, Chief."
Jim smiled and nodded his head. "Yeah," he whispered warmly, "I think I can sleep now."
The End