Jimmy was helping you sort through your clothes because it was getting overwhelming for you. Growing up on a shit household meant you didn't have much, and your room was constantly messy. He picked up a shirt, showing it to you, wanting to know if you were trashing it or keeping it.

Once you kept it, he folded it and tossed it with the other folded clothes. He rolled his shoulders, cracking them to relieve tension.

"Baby, we should take a break or sum." He mumbled, looking up.