"You told me why you came here," Jim replies, and maybe it's his own loneliness, the lack of control over their situation that he tries beating back every day only to fail again and again, maybe it's the fact that the man in front of him is one of only two he actually knows, and he only came here to, to...Jim's mouth bitterly shapes the word. "To manage me. I don't care if the conversation strays to the non-professional, okay? I'd...fucking welcome it, there's - " Jim sighs. "There's more to life than our work, isn't there?"