"..." Well, shit. He hadn't counted on Jim abandoning the mission to come investigate. Because that's exactly what this is, an investigation, because Jim doesn't do letting go anymore than Leonard does and-
well. Part of him might've expected this.
The rest just melts a little against the doorframe, eyes closing with a long suffering sigh. "Sure, Jimmy. Come on in. Take your shoes off, though, I don't want you track'n dust in."
Without further explanation he pushes away, hand still wrapped tight around the cut on his thumb, peering down at the sluggish flow of blood taking it's sweet damn time to clot.
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well. Part of him might've expected this.
The rest just melts a little against the doorframe, eyes closing with a long suffering sigh. "Sure, Jimmy. Come on in. Take your shoes off, though, I don't want you track'n dust in."
Without further explanation he pushes away, hand still wrapped tight around the cut on his thumb, peering down at the sluggish flow of blood taking it's sweet damn time to clot.