Jim rolls his eyes faintly. That sounds too much like I deserved it, and that's... not something he wants or needs to see in Kyle. So he pushes himself to his feet and goes to stand next to where Kyle's sitting, half-drawn up, like he's still expecting a fight. Jim reaches out as if he's going to pick up that artbook, but instead he just puts his hand down flat against it, fingers slightly flexed.

"Then that's part of you. Just like everything else. I wouldn't like you if you weren't-- you. Come on, man, I let you sleep on my couch. That's gotta count for something." He's trying to tackle it from a lighter perspective. They've both had enough darkness, and sometimes Jim thinks they're both in danger of drowning from it.