It was such a simple gesture, to fix his glasses for him. Yet somehow, Jim was distracted by it and forgot what he wanted to say. He could have swore he felt his face warming and silent blamed it on the ensemble. It was a really good cover, maybe his best.
"No books should get touched to be movies," he finally said with a disgusted scoff, trying to brush over any flustering that occured on his part. "We could watch it again," he tried. "Like before."