Yeah well, if they were to count the number of people Jim knew on any intimate degree, it would amount to figures of one hand too. There wasn’t much use in pointing out an established fact. Tip of an arm perched on the curvature of an armrest, Tony lounges in a lethargic sprawl, limbs askew and hand still very dangerously close on the verge of reaching for another touch. “You scratch my back, I return the favor. This is me, returning the favor.”
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It was clear that he wasn't impressed with him in the slightest. Arms crossed over his chest,he clenched his jaw a slightly and took a deep breath. He took a large step away from him to make sure the other couldn't touch him anymore. If he didn't get annoyed, all would be well enough. JIm just didn't see himself managing to stay calm around the guy. "Yeah, here's the thing: I'm not scratching your back, you won't scratch mine. Touch me like that again and you'll get burned. Literally."
