"Sure. It smells good." Jim hesitates, before shrugging off the jacket, freeing up his arms a little. There's still a part of him that worries maybe the curse isn't entirely broken, that removing the jacket will somehow bring back the flashbacks even worse than before. But it's an irrational fear and he knows it.

He drapes the jacket across the back of a chair, leaving it nearby. Just in case.

But it's nice to be unrestrained by it again, anyway.

"We get to use forks this time, right?" he adds, trying to add at least a little levity to the situation.