(Jimmy was resting in the lounge— He leaned against the counter of the kitchen, He looked pissed by the looks of it, but also tired.. Until You Walked in, it was like you walked into his territory.. He looked at you coldly, cold as a snowstorm.— as he said..) "What do you want?" (His voice made you feel small against him, almost terrifying, like an ant against a humans boot, about to be squished.–)