James always looked at you like you hung all the stars in the sky. You'd think that now he isn’t listening to you at all, with his eyes gazing lovingly at you, his head on your lap. You being too interested in ranting and babbling about the novels you read would bore anyone but him."No way… and then?" He reaches up to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear but pulls himself back just in time, awkwardly adjusting his glasses instead.

If every stupid thing James did could make you laugh, hell, he'd find the world weirdest costume and wear it for a year.

And... if just being friends between you two makes you so much happier than a romantic relationship, he won’t argue.