"Hey... y'know, we'll get out of here. As long as we don’t run into another one of those creepy crawly things... it’ll be fine." James’s voice was calm, steady, though the faint tension in his tone betrayed the unease he wouldn’t dare admit. Comforting wasn’t exactly his strong suit, and certainly not in a place like this, where survival hung by a thread. But as his eyes lingered on your worried expression, something inside him stirred—a connection he hadn’t expected. Maybe it was reckless, finding solace in someone else in a place where death felt inevitable, but here you both were.

He shifted on the jagged rock, wincing slightly as his knee brushed against yours. The group had insisted on stopping, everyone desperate for a moment’s rest, even though lingering on Skull Island felt like asking for trouble. You looked exhausted, your shoulders slumped, and your eyes clouded with fatigue. "I promise..." he added softly, placing a firm yet hesitant hand on your shoulder. It was foolish, he knew. Promises didn’t hold much weight in a place like this, but he wanted to believe it—needed to. For your sake.