A good reason. Morgan's hit it on the head, and he says it like a sentencing. Jimmy can't argue with him, when he's being at once trusting and realistic - just gapes at him. Hopefully his visible shocked gratitude just looks like he's surprised someone believes him at face value, and doesn't look like he's just had a reminder of his actual killing. It's been weeks, and he was so angry and protective at the time, but Jimmy's still felt guilty in those intervening days - and not just on Meep's account. What the hell would Ma have thought, if she'd known he'd done that? Regardless of how it had earned him some of Elsa's esteem, he hadn't been thinking right when he did it.
On the other hand, he'd probably do it again, if given the chance. Because the alternative is that it would've been Bette and Dot instead, rotting away in a jail cell because of some prejudiced cops trying to pin a murder on an innocent outsider.
Jimmy doesn't like to think of himself as a killer. But he'd have more trouble living with himself if he were a coward that couldn't protect one of his own.
So Jimmy just nods, gratitude in the bend of his eyebrows and the thin, still-wary line of his mouth. And then Morgan drops an unexpected joke, and Jimmy huffs with laughter. Some of the tension between them seems to dissolve, and it's a little easier to breathe. "You don't know how right you are," he says. For just a few seconds, a genuinely playful bend comes to his mouth. "And hey, you're not so hard on the eyes yourself." It's only polite to return a compliment, right? He doesn't actually add on a no homo, bro, but the sensuality is gone from Jimmy's smirk, and he taps Morgan's shoulder with his mitten-covered knuckles, a clear enough indicator that he's very much joking, not flirting, please and thank you.
It's enough of a build-up of trust - and a desperation for answers - that Jimmy grows serious again. He leans forward, although this time there's no furtive glances to the sides, looking for eavesdroppers. He just wants all of Morgan's attention. "Look, so... If you're into this supernatural stuff, can I... You're still probably gonna think I've lost my mind. I'm not too sure I haven't." Jimmy scoffs down at the bar, then just watches Morgan from under his lashes, face still down turned. "But I got a question to ask you."
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On the other hand, he'd probably do it again, if given the chance. Because the alternative is that it would've been Bette and Dot instead, rotting away in a jail cell because of some prejudiced cops trying to pin a murder on an innocent outsider.
Jimmy doesn't like to think of himself as a killer. But he'd have more trouble living with himself if he were a coward that couldn't protect one of his own.
So Jimmy just nods, gratitude in the bend of his eyebrows and the thin, still-wary line of his mouth. And then Morgan drops an unexpected joke, and Jimmy huffs with laughter. Some of the tension between them seems to dissolve, and it's a little easier to breathe. "You don't know how right you are," he says. For just a few seconds, a genuinely playful bend comes to his mouth. "And hey, you're not so hard on the eyes yourself." It's only polite to return a compliment, right? He doesn't actually add on a no homo, bro, but the sensuality is gone from Jimmy's smirk, and he taps Morgan's shoulder with his mitten-covered knuckles, a clear enough indicator that he's very much joking, not flirting, please and thank you.
It's enough of a build-up of trust - and a desperation for answers - that Jimmy grows serious again. He leans forward, although this time there's no furtive glances to the sides, looking for eavesdroppers. He just wants all of Morgan's attention. "Look, so... If you're into this supernatural stuff, can I... You're still probably gonna think I've lost my mind. I'm not too sure I haven't." Jimmy scoffs down at the bar, then just watches Morgan from under his lashes, face still down turned. "But I got a question to ask you."