Steve finishes up the dishes after he'd had the sandwich and drops the dishcloth over the edge of the sink as soon as he's done.

"Come on." Jerking his head back toward the rest of the apartment and leading Jim back over to the corner. He stops at the coffee table though and picks up a leather bound notebook and pulls out a photograph that's tucked into the binding, handing it over to Jim. In for a penny, in for a pound. At least this way Jim will understand.

"That was me, before."