He swallows down some coffee, suddenly his throat feels heavy, a knot in his stomach. Jimmy wonders why. It's just some stupid small talk, right?

"Uh, favorite food is- honestly, anything that doesn't come from a powder." He's become real appreciative of real food since being here, "Snakes are cool, I like green, I only speak english. I guess I like gardening now? Or I'm going to learn to. Also need to learn how to butcher livestock. Uh, I've only ever dated one person at a time, and I'm- I'm not sterile at all."

The last two facts are said with an absolute certain amount of hesitancy to them. Granted, he hadn't been in that many relationships to begin with, and none that really mattered to him. It had all been going through the motions, boring, a status symbol more than anything.