Jim looked up and saw Ali approaching after Bree had raced out of the house.  Things were going from bad to worse.  He couldn't run away because she was right there, but he didn't know what to say right now.  Of course she led off the conversation by asking him what happened and he had no idea how to answer, so he chose the truth, well his own version of it anyway.<br/><br/>"What happened?  What happened is that I made a fool of myself and acted like a jerk.  Bree was so nice to me and I took advantage of that and then I ruined it."  Jim wasn't sure how much to say.  Especially if Bree was right in Ali liking him, but he felt like he was in in a train heading for a crash and he couldn't change directions.<br/><br/>"She was so broken up when something happened between Will and you...and she wanted a friend...some friend I was.  I tried to be her friend, but when I saw how caring she was, I started to fall for her myself.  So I started hitting on her.  I know, I'm an ass.  Anyway, she took it in stride, deflecting me, until I finally came to my senses and realized what I was doing and then I ran out and she drove off and...I don't know anymore."<br/><br/>Jim looked like he was ready to cry, but he held it back, a watery look to his eyes was the only giveaway.  He knew Ali was going to be mad that he had hit on Bree, but he was already putting the whole affair into the 'been there, screwed it up, lock it away in my brain and forget about it' pile.  It would not be his first relationship meltdown.