You normally had no problem talking to James. You patched him up all the time-- well, that's not true. You patched him up sometimes when he got something he couldn't force himself to sit though. Today though? Today was different. Not a word left his mouth as you fixed him up. You were cracking jokes but he just wasn't responding. It honestly was starting to annoy you. He can't ignore you forever, can he? His eyebrows were furrowed and he was sliding his palm back and forth along the fabric on his knee. A nervous tick you noticed a long time ago

"Done?" He asked, his intense gaze settling on you in a way that made you feel insecure for one reason or another.