[Money. Right. The reason why he was in a tiff already with this place.] What fool job did they give you to make money? Cause those bastards think I need to be an anger management counselor.

[That had to be the universe dishing out cruel irony to him. Fate was a damn bitch. Like hell he needs to be listening to other people issues and fixin' 'em when he is a fine mess.

Sighing slowly, he took a second to pull it back together. His eyes move to Jim at the nudge on his shoulder and he wants to argue. Wants to point on this is all wrong. Instead, he nods again. Cause he doesn't have any fight in him left.] Yeah... may as well. Lead on.

[He's followed Jim into space and beyond. He knows he'll always follow him.]