The words had his insides in knots, more then eager to get the other male out of such a place, to take him home and look after him all he could. Regardless if Jim threw a fit over it or not. "Course I can. Course." He murmured, before his gaze narrowed slightly at the question. On better terms with the other sniper or not, he'd done the leg work, and he didn't help. Not for this.
"A bit." He admitted, moving to help the older toward the door at least before he would carry him any place else.