Jaime had every intention of diffusing the sincere, serious nature of the talk with some kind of almost-witty remark--his knee-jerk response when things got less than casual. He probably would have if the retort came to mind faster and it was someone else he was talking to. As it stood, the best he could respond with was a dubious sound as he tilted his head away, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably. It's an unsaid rule that dudes don't talk to other dudes about their feelings--he was sure about that.

"Maybe," he offered lamely, not even sure if that was the right thing to reply with. "I mean--sure. I guess. But I'm pretty sure I'm gonna get my ass kicked for zoning out during the next pizza night if I keep that kinda thing up." A half-hearted smirk. "And it's not like I enjoy feeling like shit--" Crap.