"What? Why?" It was a good question. James wasn't like him. He made friends easily. Everyone liked him. In that sense, he might be the opposite of him. Hartley watched him curiously, not even thinking about how upset he was with him and how their last conversation had ended. "What's the matter?"

He had just been sitting here, listening to what he could hear through the window. The music was faint, but he had good ears. Hartley stood up now though, his focus on James.