Jimmy didn't know why he felt this way. It was weird, he knew that. But he didn't really care. He was now assigned to take care of Curly. He just wished the man would shut up on his soon to be death bed for his pain medication.

Sitting on the floor next to Curly, Jimmy held up a small hand held mirror to curly with a small and very sheepish smile.

“You're beautiful...”

He muttered.