He almost kicks the damn food machine with his foot. Even the proverbial candy doesn't come easily to him today. Jimmy feels like a total loser. Not just now, but for the last few years (though maybe his whole life.) He looks around, trying not to lose face, the mask of sarcasm humor and lies grown on him. His thoughts wander too far away for a second, he goes back to the marmalade wrapper. "Shit." He curses quietly under his breath as he squats down, carefully slipping his hand inside to take those sweets. A familiar voice comes from behind him, making him want to roll his eyes. They'd always been too proper, as if they'd come from a church and were even now offering him help. "Look, I don't need any help." Jimmy turns, giving them a smile. "It's all good, man."