Jim’s eyes widen, and he shakes his head no. “C-can you stay in your bed? Please? Pretty please?”
He bites his lip. “I usually sleep with richie anyway- but please?”
Jim’s eyes widen, and he shakes his head no. “C-can you stay in your bed? Please? Pretty please?”
He bites his lip. “I usually sleep with richie anyway- but please?”
“I’ll stay over.” Jim says. Because he really does want to get better- but he’ll see how long that lasts.
Jim shrugs. “I guess so.” He mumbles. “Richie can stay too, right?”
Chocolate bread..?” Jim smiles. “That was r-really nice of you…I’m glad to see you home…!!
Um …d’you mind if I eat it later?” Jim smiles, readying himself for a lie. “I just ate.”
Jim blushed. “Oh. Sorry.” He takes the different drink and takes a sip. “‘s much better.” He downs about half of it before frowning. “I feel full.”
’s Fine. I don’t care.”
He would sneak. He’d sneak cutting and it would all work out.
Jim shrugged again, sipping at the juice. He made a face. “It’s gross.” He says. “Tastes like vitamins.”
Jim gives up, seemingly defeated. For now, he didn’t feel like fighting it.
…Fine. He murmurs into Richards chest. Fine.
Jim nodded, feeling like an idiot. “I don’t…I didn’t…
I didn’t mean you. P-please…don’t feel guilty for spending t-time with Amelia and Alice, okay? P-please..”