"Pig?" Jimmy repeated, half under his breath. He rolled his eyes at the other man and shook his head. What was he supposed to even say to that? He watched as Camden started to leave the bar. "I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave," he muttered to himself quietly, so that no one would hear him. When he realized that Camden was stumbling he straightened up a little. "You need help gettin' home?" he called after the other man.