"Bas also puts you in sleeper holds for fun." He pointed out, making a face at the idea before settling against the older, fingers absently rubbing the soft skin of his wrists against the fabric. Touch gentle, thoughtful. Obviously he'd never do that, nor would he.
Instead, he continued the gentle touch. Trailing fingers along the others jaw in the same soft manner, even leaning in to rest his forehead against the older's. Before his touch turned rough, curling against the back of Jim's neck stiffly. "You could get hurt. Shot even. And I don't want that." He offered in a warm tone, blinking at him innocently as he tugged further.