Jim doesn't have it in himself to smile right now. In fact, he feels guilty about... well, everything. How he treated John, how he treated Mary too, having kept things from both-- and now having taken it upon himself to disrespect John's right to decide if and when he wants anyone at all to know that he's attracted to men.

For a man of his time, Jim can understand that it must be a terrifying thing, having others find out about his sexuality. Even if that's not the sort of thing he has to worry about here, that's not something that's so easy to shake.

"I told Mary," he breathes out, shoulders dropping, eyes on the path in front of their feet. "About us. I mean, about... us sleeping together. I know it wasn't my place, but keeping it from her, it felt like-- like I was lying to her. I couldn't stand that anymore."