"It's okay... he... well, he didn't really... touch me..." he muttered, blushing a bit and looking away, trying to ignore the memories of the day before, Jim had enjoyed himself doing what he did, but he reckoned it was more because he knew he was breaking Sherlock, or simply because he was a bloody sadist.
Sherlock didn't need to know the details though.
"You care about me, Sherlock, and I care about you, that should be enough not to ever fall out," he muttered with a reassuring but a bit hesitant smile, he knew things were never that easy, but he reckoned considering his time was running out they didn't really have to worry about the future.
He nodded when Sherlock deleted the picture. "Thank you..." he muttered, and licked his lips. "I am afraid he is going to send more... he took... many... from different angles," he explained embarrassed.