He's not sure why he even went. Or why he stayed until last call. He definitely had too much to drink to drive home, so he was fumbling in his pocket for his phone when he heard steps coming closer. Turning quickly, he sagged in relief when he saw it was only Eli and not some would-be mugger. Phone forgotten in his hand, he gave the boy a tired smile...

Oh, but he didn't seem happy. That smile faded quickly as soon as he got a closer look at his expression.

What was he doing? James couldn't even say. The cadence of Eli's speech, more than his words, was actually kind of soothing. If he was angry, he still felt something, right? He hadn't given up (given up on what?). He'd had enough to drink that his eyes were glassy and his mind pleasantly fogged. So he was only absorbing about half of what Eli had to say.

Then, just as casually as ever, said, "I can't stop thinking about you."