"Ah ain't a kid." He grumbled, jabbing his elbow into Sam's side as he sat down with him. While he knew Sam was teasing, it was difficult to just let that barb slide without a response.
As if the posture was shared genetically, Jay folded over -- elbows resting on his thighs as his hand slid over his face, fingers moving to comb back through his rust-colored hair. "Ah still don't know 'bout this trainin' stuff." A sigh accompanied a roll of his shoulders.
His hands then fell to hand between his knees, fingers idly interlocking. His rather exasperated expression started to warm back into a smirk as he tilted his head back aside to regard his brother. "Wait a sec... you do all yer explodin' and that.. an' are y'all still get tired jes' walkin' round?"