JW laughs too and pushes the joke further. "Well you did see who I live with! Guess it rubbed off on me!"

When he calms down, his sheepish smile is in place once again. It's...nice being asked things like this. He's honestly never talked about it with anyone. In past relationships, he and the other person usually just blindly bumped around until they found something they didn't like.

The smile flattens out into a thoughtful frown eventually. "Lavish me with love an attetion all you want, but I wasn't kidding about my back. I don't mind horsin' around but...keep in mind, yeah?"

He hated admitting how frail he'd made himself. And there was one other thing. He felt like an ass asking it of Krem as they sat on his weed sofa.

"I'm gonna be straight with you," he said, letting the weak attempt at a joke hang in the air for a few seconds before charging onward uncomfortably, his mismatched eyes slowly sliding off of Krem. "I know you like to do whatever with your soldier friends. That's fine. You save lives ever day, you deserve to unwind but...if you show up to my place shitfaced, I'm sorry. I can't. I can't do it."