You're easy. [ To like. To love, maybe. Jim gives him an encouraging little smile as he slides the shirt back onto Zell. Dressing him is a little more intimate than Jim was expecting, enough that the giddy feeling is rising in his chest again. Did that ever go away? Was that why people were so stupid about this, sometimes? Once Zell's got his shirt back on, Jim tugs him up. ]
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We should go do something. C'mon. A … date?