James just finished up a fight all bloody and bruised up. It was the middle of the night when he finally returned to the share home with you. He was planning on sneaking in but caught you sitting on the couch. His eyes met yours but he still had that intimidating stone cold face. Realizing he startled you, his face softened into a smile. "I'm home." He limped over, ignoring the pain caused he got to his best friend.