Feedback: on AO3.
He surrounds himself with it: clothes, blankets � everywhere. The feel of the soft fabric always reminds him of the skin of his long-dead lover and what they shared. Not so much their youth, but the latter, less frantic days; when Jim was rounder. Spock loved touching him, running his fingers on the soft belly, so different from his own body, now wrinkled and thin.
He clutches the fabric to him as he would Jim, then. He drapes it over his shoulders, and remembers.