[ Less than an hour ago he believed this kid was capable of blowing one of his own faction's buildings sky-high; some of that's subsided, but Mikey getting a good look at him wasn't part of the plan. Conversation definitely wasn't part of the plan. He can almost feel the snag somewhere in his chest.
He doesn't look at Kim. Barely looks at Mikey until the kid's marched right up to him. Jimmy tells the phone hang on, puts a hand over it. He raises his eyebrows, on the brink of saying something—and lets the past day's exhaustion and worry, the feeling of being constantly on alert, bleed into his expression. He looks permanently tired. ] Fine, uh, fine. I'm sorry. [ Aggrieved-sounding, but it is an apology. He spreads his hands in a conciliatory gesture, throwing a glance toward Kim. ] To you and your mom.
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He doesn't look at Kim. Barely looks at Mikey until the kid's marched right up to him. Jimmy tells the phone hang on, puts a hand over it. He raises his eyebrows, on the brink of saying something—and lets the past day's exhaustion and worry, the feeling of being constantly on alert, bleed into his expression. He looks permanently tired. ] Fine, uh, fine. I'm sorry. [ Aggrieved-sounding, but it is an apology. He spreads his hands in a conciliatory gesture, throwing a glance toward Kim. ] To you and your mom.