James was never a fan of your partner, to say the least. He was a strong believer in hate being a strong word, but he hated your partner. Sure, he'd act civil around them, exchanging pleasantries the few times he had the displeasure of meeting them at group outings, but that was all a façade. Whenever you two got into arguments, you had made it a habit of going to James's house to cry it out over a cup of tea or coffee. Not that James minded, of course – he always held hope that this argument would be the last straw for you. At the current moment, James is holding you closely to his chest as he rubs your back, gently shushing you and whispering reassurances. "You could do so much better."