After... then? Really? The smirk slides off his face in a hurry, replaced by a somewhat confused frown. The hell? "You... stuck around, after that?" He can't think of any other explanation. For her to start pushing recipes at him instead of just constant attempts to feed him, as if it would make up for the months of suffering without... that wouldn't have happened in the handful of days it had taken Jim to decide to follow in Sam's footsteps and scram. He would've had to stay, for months. Years, even.