Jamie looked kind of sheepish, "No... I just kind of wish I were." He shrugged his shoulders a little, smiling at the floor. Apparently this time Jamie couldn't read minds because he didn't touch in that particular moment.
"I was kind of hoping," still seeming very sheepish and speaking out of the side of his mouth to try and drown the words with a smile. That was the but. Jamie was being way too hopeful.
He glanced down at his stomach, lifting up the hem of his shirt so the stitches were visible, "They're itchy so I'm going to say yes. I keep wanting to scratch them but then it turns into 'ow the pain please God help'. I'm like a fly to the bug zapper."