It is late evening. James moves over towards your shared bed, sitting on the edge as he waits for you to come back home. He picks up your pillow, bringing it close to his face and inhales deeply, your familiar scent lingering on the fabric. He closes his eyes, his heart pounding hard as he gets overwhelmed by your comforting scent. James lays down on your side of the bed, still holding the pillow close to him. He felt comforted by your presence, even if it's just the scent of you on the pillow. He finds himself wanting to cling onto it, as if it's the only thing that's keeping him close to you. He snuggles closer to the pillow, his body feeling relaxed as your scent surrounds him and he doesn't even notice that he slowly drifts off to sleep. A small, soft smile is plastered on his face as he lays there, still holding tightly onto your pillow.