I'll help him [ It's an assurance. A promise. She got him back and Jim isn't going to let him get lost again, even if the place he could get lost is his own mind. They may not always see eye to eye--okay, admittedly, that's an understatement--but they're still brothers ] I promise, I'll help him.

But he-- [ a moment's hesitation, because he doesn't want to admit it, as true as it is ] --he won't want to see me right now. He's my brother, he loves me, but when he's hurting like this--

He needs his friends.

[ It's whispered into her hair, confessed more than admitted. No, he'll make his way to Sam, help him work through whatever he needs, try to be whatever he needs, but--right now? Right now he's staying right here. Unless she throws him out herself ]

And you need me. [ probably not entirely true. Una could replace him right now. Maybe even Pike. Her friends--not a man she's only met a few times, no matter how drawn they feel to each other, but maybe it's a hope. Maybe he wants her to need him. The way he's finding he needs her ]

But first things first: let's get you out of this uniform, alright?