Steve's arms crossed over his chest and Jim would recognize the stubborn look from a thousand back alley fights.

"You mean the guy who paid for my medicine? The guy who helped me out after my mom died? You mean that guy who put food in my belly and stayed up to watch my breathing and wrapped himself around me to keep me warm when the heat was shot? That guy? The one who's pretty much the only reason I'm still here in a thousand different directions? Cause from where I'm sitting, there's no better guy in this room. Never has been."