Jim watched him, smiling to himself at just how picky Steve was being -- and then, when motioned, he scooted toward him, turning so that his left arm was easier for Steve to reach, aware of just how it looked. "Don't worry - it looks worse than it feels. Just be careful of that edge. It's not all... grown together." It was, mostly. Skin having grown to the metal. But here and there, there were small gaps.