"Well, no ones as smart as you." He pointed with, raising an eyebrow and only looking up when the older settled next to him. This time he did lower the book to peer at him with a soft grin, shifting to playfully lean against him, before shrugging.
"I'd stick out like a sore thumb." Sure, he would have if the older insisted upon it, but at the moment he was interested in listening to the older rant and ramble. "Want dinner first, or just the movie? Or manslaughter then dinner?" This time the inquiry was teasing yet serious, the younger sniper leaning in to press a soft kiss against the side of Jim's head gently.