It was the final Jim that set him off. As far as he was concerned, that meant bets were off. Rising to his feet, Jim had to consciously prevent his fist from slamming on the table. Instead, it just made a hefty 'thud.' He looked frustrated.
"You're not getting it. Do you even know how it feels to know your own goddamn crew can't -- No. You know what? Do you know how it feels to know that your friends can't trust you with something? What did you think I'd do? What reason could you possibly have to think it was worth tricking me and lying about?" Really, he just couldn't understand it. There was nothing that was going to make him understand it because he was Jim and lying was stupid unless it was absolutely necessary.
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Date: 2009-11-25 09:07 am (UTC)"You're not getting it. Do you even know how it feels to know your own goddamn crew can't -- No. You know what? Do you know how it feels to know that your friends can't trust you with something? What did you think I'd do? What reason could you possibly have to think it was worth tricking me and lying about?" Really, he just couldn't understand it. There was nothing that was going to make him understand it because he was Jim and lying was stupid unless it was absolutely necessary.