[ His attention cuts up to Jim again over a raised forkful of food. He lowers it. Closes his mouth, pulls of his lips briefly wry before it levels out in deference to what's just been said. It takes a moment, but: ]
Stop. You'll make me look bad for not offering you the same courtesy.
[ Not actually remotely a concern that he has, but he hopes the implication is clear: Jim isn't the only one with baggage. He's built up enough muscle carrying his own around to be able to handle some of Jim's without buckling - it's fine. ]
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Stop. You'll make me look bad for not offering you the same courtesy.
[ Not actually remotely a concern that he has, but he hopes the implication is clear: Jim isn't the only one with baggage. He's built up enough muscle carrying his own around to be able to handle some of Jim's without buckling - it's fine. ]