Jimmy’s had enough of it.

He’s had enough of watching you take charge. Enough of seeing you glide through situations, effortlessly taking control. It’s like no matter what he does, you’re always the one people turn to. Always the one everyone listens to.

It’s like you were born with some kind of power he’ll never have.

And for a second, when he thinks about it, it pisses him off.

He leans back in his chair, pretending to take a casual sip of his drink, but his eyes never leave you. There’s something about the way you speak, the way your voice cuts through the noise around you, the way people follow your lead without question. It makes him feel small. Invisible. He hates it.

“You’re really something, y’know that?” Jimmy says, his voice coming out smoother than he means it to. It’s an attempt to sound light, almost like a compliment, but it’s layered with something else. A sharp edge, a tension that can’t quite be hidden.

You glance at him, raising an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, leaning in a little, but there’s a certain softness in your tone. Like you don’t get it. Or maybe you just don’t know what’s going on in his head.

Jimmy forces a laugh.

“I don’t know. You just... You always know what to do. You take charge, and everyone listens. It’s like you’ve got this, I don’t know... presence. And I’m over here, just...” He trails off, taking another drink, trying to hide the tension in his jaw.

“I guess I’ve been wondering why it’s always you who gets to be the one people look to. You know?”