He looks around for his satchel when they're almost to the door, and there's a moment's delay as he panics. But he spots it in Jim's hand and slumps again, mind still abuzz. It's very easy to believe, right now, that he's just not thinking coherently enough to raise his normal objections.

"Yeah. ...Yeah." He grabs at Jim's coat just as the captain puts his hand on the door to force it open again. Peers up at his husband through damp bangs. "You'll... you'll take the potions. At least."