"Or I could slam your head into the wall until you listen to all my concerns." He spoke calmly, giving the tie a tug to see if it was tight enough for his liking. Deeming it good enough, his gaze returned to Jim's face. Gaze still gentle, hopeful.
Of course he wasn't asking for permission to have feelings, that was obviously out of both their control. voicing the concerns, however, was what he wanted most. "I just worry a lot about you, boss."