Normally Jim could totally find better things to do than go to James. It just so happened that James was the only thing he wanted to be around. Which Jim was increasingly sure they both knew - since he wasn’t any good at keeping his own secrets. He let himself sag against the doorframe, the door still open just enough to watch James on his bed. Jim’s mouth opened to reply, but he shut it with a wince as his brother’s point was made. No, he didn’t usually look forward to James’ ideas, and yet he asked him to entertain him anyway.
"I’m not a dog, James,” he huffed, but his voice was quiet, his eyes sliding away to watch the door instead. “I don’t… always dislike your ideas.” Not to mention, they normally did them anyway, at least for a short time. But of course, that didn’t lessen the sting of being reminded how little he looked forward to James’ suggestions.
If you think of something, I really will do it, this time.” Possibly not without some kind of complaint, but he would do it. Even if the thought had him shuffling nervously in his place and chewing on his lip.
James grinned triumphantly and closed the distance between them, carelessly blowing smoke all over his brother’s face. “You’re not a dog but you kind of act like one” he kept teasing. “I’m almost waiting for you to paw at me for attention and move your little tail when I look at you.” He snickered and took another drag of his cigarette, eyes fixed on the younger boy. Yes, he did know that the other one craved for his presence a little too much, always eager to earn his approval, but he normally didn’t put much thought into it. It was better that way, probably. All he needed to know is that his brother’s devotion could be used in James’ favour; the rest -labels especially- was irrelevant.
"I know what we’re going to do" he announced suddenly, wrapping an arm around Jim’s shoulders and pulling him close, a mischievous look on his face. "We’re going to pick the lock to Dad’s office and see what he’s been up to lately. And raid his liquour cabinet, of course" he added solemnly. Their father didn’t want them around there, and James knew it. That’s why the room was locked, after all. In his mind, though, every prohibition turned instantly into an invitation; and it was always funnier to explore in someone else’s company. Especially with Jim, who had an annoying tendency to follow the rules, something James was eager to correct.