Pike sighs softly and just holds the boy tightly, fingers trailing through the dark blond locks gently.

"No, Jim, that's not what it is," he said quietly. "The two of you, earlier, talking about Frank... it threw me. I don't think I ever realized that you.. or him.. would see me in that light; that I was no better than Frank because I hit you, only I didn't do it for no reason. But it's still the same, isn't it? I still hurt you..."