Introspection is always the hardest pill to swallow, and Jim's always been bad at taking his medicine. But he is listening, even if he finds it difficult to accept.
He sighs a little, and flexes his fingers to try to determine if he's broken any bones in his hands again. "You're not secretly a therapist, are you?" he asks, raising his eyes to meet hers. Even if she is, he has to say that this style of working out your issues makes a hell of a lot more sense than most of the psych consults he's been sent to over the years.
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He sighs a little, and flexes his fingers to try to determine if he's broken any bones in his hands again. "You're not secretly a therapist, are you?" he asks, raising his eyes to meet hers. Even if she is, he has to say that this style of working out your issues makes a hell of a lot more sense than most of the psych consults he's been sent to over the years.