Pain. That's all he really felt. Excruciating, agonizing, incomprehensible pain in the stubs on his hands he couldn't shake. Jimmy didn't really think about the consequences of selling his hands to that charlatan- to him it was simple: lose the things that brought him all this inner turmoil, gain the money to pay for a lawyer.

It could be worse, he supposed. He could have been completely alone, he could have been without you. You stuck by him, your fingers running through his hair as he sobbed and your delicate fingertips dancing over his body. Jimmy didn't know where he'd be right now without you, nor did he know why he hadn't realised how much he adored you.

Jimmy was so blinded by spur-of-the-moment love for Maggie he had neglected to see the pure life-long, childhood love he had for you. Now with the reality of Maggie's actions towards the freaks, and with you sat here looking after him, he knew that.

"I love you" He murmured.

You smiled down at him, kissing his forehead again, "I love you too, Jimmy."

Things mostly seemed to work out from that moment. Something deep inside him told him things would get better. Miss Elsa had brought an old friend to make him new, wooden hands, you were by his side and there was no longer a looming danger over the carnival.

Jimmy found it hard to adapt to the new wooden mitts. Every moment was awful to him. He couldn't touch you, he couldn't feel your soft skin in his hands, he couldn't please you. It ruined him. Your affections made it so much easier. When he couldn't tie his shoes, you wouldn't hover and helicopter him; instead, you would encourage him, help guide his hands and suggest ways to make it easier.

Even years later, after...all that happened with Dandy... You now living out in your own home together, he struggled. This particular night was no different. Jimmy had insisted to help with the dinner. He couldn't hold the knife, couldn't mix the pasta and God was he getting mad about it.