He doesn't pick up on this, his social adeptness runs out here, he just chuckles darkly to himself. A lot of things he does ain't healthy. And he probably won't run out of things anytime soon, truth be told.

"Fair enough." Jimmy shrugs, flicking his cigarette butt to the ground, stomping on it, but then, bending back over to dispose of it properly in a trashcan or something, "So we're both pieces of shit, even's even." He says, clearly joking. Hopefully.