"Christine can get you the details when I tell her. She'll know what to do." He could explain it on his own but the idea of educating Jim on the care and feeding of his dying to be spouse is...wearying. He knows he's running out of time. He can't not. Ignoring that won't help anyone but this space he has with Jim- he wants to pretend that he'll have more time than he's got. That things are gonna be okay. Later, maybe, when he's come 'round the stages of denial and grief and wound into acceptance he'll look back at this moment differently. But all he wants is to tuck Jim close and kiss his cheek, his eyelids, his hands.

Let him know he's cherished. Let him know he's loved. Try and make an impression that'll last long after he's gone.

"We'll make it work." That's the one promise he can make. The one he can keep. Not enough time to give Jim everything he deserves. Not enough time to leave anything behind except this crew that'll know him and the research he's done for the Federation. Maybe it'll be enough. It'll have to be enough. "I'll be a mess in the morn'n, I'm sure. It all seems kinda...I'm not in shock. I haven't reationalized it yet. I'm just...ignor'n it for a little while. Tomorrow I'll get my affairs in order."