James was a rather pathetic sick person. His mannerisms changed to one of that of a child, wanting attention and to be held despite his lack of social-ness when he was well. Yet here he was laying his head against his mist… his friend’s shoulder and non-verbally begging her to stay with him. It was almost humorous to think that she considered herself a bad friend when he wasn’t even communicating with her properly as a friend. Then again he had to do his job and do it to the best of his abilities. Could he really mold their friendship and his work together so that she could have the relationship she wanted with him? His stomach clenched at the thought, fearing he’d overstep on bounds or another and cause some problems… somewhere. 

When she got up to move, his face dropped to one of sadness. She was leaving? No! NO! He opened his mouth about the argue her into staying before she said that they would get comfortable. Letting out a small sigh of relief he gave her a gentle nod, a little kind smile moved across his sick face. 

After they got onto the bed and she asked if he was comfortable, his face crunched in thought. “No…” He responded softly. Throwing the covers off of him he scooped her into his arms and pulled her down flat onto the bed. Once she was laying down, he cuddled up to her, his head resting on her shoulder, his arms wrapped around her and his leg wrapped around hers. His toned body pressed against hers in his pajamas as he breathed softly against her neck. “I want to be closer…” He whispered to her as he reached down and pulled the covers over them. “Is this okay?” It didn’t occur to him that he had actually just done it without asking. Oops…