[Good thing he was kind of counting on that. He falls back onto his ass with a grunt, arms locking around Q and tucking him close easily.]

We care. I care. And I know you're not Marcus. I know you don't mean for shit to seem the way it seems because you're just a kid- don't argue that. You do what you think needs doing and don't think twice about how it gets done because hey, it's done and we're all happy at the end of the day.

Jim forgets he was just like that when we met. He's gotten better about it. Nothing for it but time, practice, and a couple of people to slap you upside the head now and again.