Jim nearly startles out of his skin when John steps closer, then reaches out to touch him. He doesn't mind, obviously, he doesn't even flinch-- he just wasn't expecting John to even want to be near him, let alone touch him with that kind of familiarity.

Then the other man talks, and Jim can practically feel that painful tension that was coiling in him unfurl like a wave, washing out of him with an audible breath.

"I am," he mutters, wide-eyed. "I am? I mean, you're... you are, too. My friend. I thought... I thought you'd be mad at me."

Oh, screw careful. With a shuddered sigh, he pulls John into a hug, relief practically making him shake. "Thank you."