He starts to shake later, woken from an exhausted, restless sleep.
Not because Gibbs nearly died, because Gibbs hadn't, and that's all
that matters.
Not because he'd killed two men, bam-bam, goodnight, because they'd
been in his way, after all, standing between him and the dark,
swallowing water.
No. He's shaking, hot tears slipping out, along with some noises he
wishes he could stop making, because --
Because he'd felt Gibbs' mouth against his for the first time. Cold.
Unresponsive. Rejecting what he was offering.
He doesn't know what got Gibbs choosing to breathe again, but he knows
it wasn't him.