The ride was comforting and it was nice to have his arm wrapped around Freya’s shoulders and his fingers interlaced with his. Maybe to the outside world they looked like a couple? And something in James’s mind told him that he wouldn’t mind giving off that impression. However there were still… complications. His position in her life versus her position in his; despite the idea of them becoming something more, he questioned the actual option of that happening. Then again… there was always the way of secrets…
 
As they walked through the carnival, he kept her hand in his; his long fingers laced into hers while his other hand rested into the pockets of his pants. Something about this just felt… right; it felt right and good which caused him to not be able to remove the smile from his face. The sun was down by the time the two reached the car and he opened the door for her to let her in and soon they were off back towards the apartments.
 
During the walk in he didn’t go for her hand. Shyness getting the best of him because he didn’t have an ‘excuse’ to hold her hand like he did when she climbed out of the Farris Wheel. When she opened the door he slipped in behind her and went straight for her bathroom. Call it ‘butler mode’ or ‘caring mode’ he began to run her a bath almost instantly. Coming out of the bathroom drying his hands off with a towel he gave her a small smile, she was so courteous and always looking out for others; it was adorable. “Don’t worry about it Freya, you just get ready for your bath and I’ll get the boxes into my apartment. There isn’t that many anyway.” While she worked with her hair, James slipped past her and unlocked his apartment and skillfully loaded the boxes inside the door. Leaving enough room to get by and shut the door but nothing was really ‘unpacked’. “Besides,” He called out, because he had left her door open, “I have been invited to have hot chocolate with someone tonight. I don’t want to cut into that time for something as silly as unpacking boxes. I have all the time in the world for that, and not enough time in the world for hot coco and wonderful company.”
 
Within moments he had the last box in his house and a small box full of her things in his arm as he shut and locked his apartment. His ‘butler bell’ ringing, he went back into her apartment, kicking the door shut behind him and straight into the bathroom. Perfect timing as always, the bath was at perfect temperatures and level that he dumped in some of the oil she picked out and quickly lit the candles around the tub line and in the bathroom, giving the room a claiming feeling. Reaching into the box he pulled out something he had purchase for her. A collection of rose decorative peddles, which he tossed into the water knowing full well the little net over the drainer would catch them so he could clean them and reuse it. Stepping out of the bathroom he shut the door to keep in the heat and called to her; unknowing of where she was in the apartment. “Your warm bath a-waits. Don’t want you getting sick.”