Sitting in the captain's chair, Curly turned over to Jimmy, fingers intertwined as his hands rest at his abdomen, a curious, concerned expression laid out plain on his face.

“I.. I don't understand whats got you riled up so badly, Jimmy,” The blonde said as he let out a soft sigh.

“You know that I'm always up to listen– but you're not telling me anything.” Curly would state worriedly, brows furrowed and all, his legs below him shifting as if he wanted to stand up, and stand in front of Jimmy.

But he didn't.

“..Look, I know that I don't always ask questions like this, and you know that, but.. did I do something wrong?”

The captain would anxiously question, trying to keep his tone as stern as possible, whilst staring into the sharp eyes of his copilot, Jimmy.