For a couple of seconds it looks like Felix does want to object. His mouth draws tight: he glares at Stratos before his eyes flit back to Jim. He knows when he hasn't a hope of winning an argument. Were it not an argument concerning Jim he wouldn't even hesitate in giving up. The fear that's been gnawing at him for months now has him clutching what he knows the way a starved wolf holds onto a bone.

Nonetheless. He can't refuse the chance.

"Very well." He bites his lip, but lifts his chin in something like hauteur before he sets the co-ordinates and offers his hand. He can keep his cool. He can deal with unsettling doppelgangers of the vanished man he loves. He can get through this without breaking down and demanding to know what the fuck the Nexus is trying to do to him.

They're going to find Jim. That's all that matters.