"You'd be a terrible housewife." Jim gives him a considering look, one arm folded across his torso with his hand cupping the opposite elbow all for the sake of him being able to prop his chin on his open palm. "Too tall, for one. And let's not get started on the fact you look like somebody who hogs the blankets." Jim drops his hand against Kyle's shoulder, a light pressure, there and gone. "Come on, let's go corral up some tribbles."