There was finally one day that the team got to relax.

No mission, no press, no interviews, no paperwork.

Just staying in the tower and doing nothing.

So James was in his bedroom, reading The Hobbit, again.

He looked up when there was a soft knock on his door, muttering a small ‘come in’ as he looked back down at the page.

“Hey, Jamie.”

You said as you entered, a sing-song tone in your voice.

“Hey, darlin’. What do you need?”

“I have a bit of a.. weird question.”

He finally looked up from the page, furrowing his eyebrows slightly, wanting for you to continue.

“How.. easily does your arm dent?”

His brows furrowed more, a look of pure confusion on his face. What kind of question was that?

“Not… easily, doll. Why?”

“So… how hard would I have to bite for there too be an indent?”

He blinked once, then twice, then three times as the question buffered in his brain.

“….what?”