"Forgive you..." John echoes. His chest feels impossibly tight, and he forces himself to breathe in past the feeling as he raises his eyes to meet Jim's in return. Fight past the lump settling in his throat as he attempts to say something, anything, besides just repeating the other man's words right back to him.

"I suppose..." he begins, wetting his lips as he gazes back across at the other man, before starting again.

"I suppose that this is our farewell then."