Yeah, I'm pretty sure I don't know how to live in a world where I don't.

[ Sure, sometimes it may not seem like it, but the truth is that he's pretty much a sucker for Jim, and the only person who doesn't know it is himself, some days. What's the harm of it, anyway?

He rubs his forehead against Jim's, closing his eyes when he feels better for it, even if it's still a bit strange. ]

You met you, yet? Do you want me there for you meeting you?