"You brought it up," He returns, coughing a little when JW nudged him with his DAGGERS. It was like those companionable claps on the back that the Bull gave, caught you off guard and practically knocked you clean over. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

Still, with the sudden impulse to touch, Krem glanced to the side, measuring up Jim, though realizing that he was also like his boss in the way that it was impossible for him to put his arm around his shoulder. Too short. Hmm.

Krem's plan shot down, he casually looks away and "accidentally" brushes the back of his hand with JW's. He thinks he's so smooth.