"Oh God, this is gonna hurt. It's gonna hurt." James sucked in a breath and then gritted his teeth, laughing in place of crying out so he didn't upset Hartley so much. "Totally hurt. Whatever. I'm not a baby, I can take it." With a playful smile, he looked down and watched as the wound was cleaned, knowing that he just had to trust Hartley at this point. Usually he got things right, it had to work out.

"I'm bad at saying sorry. I usually have to be dying to say it, I guess. I'm not very good at saying it. I can say a billion and one words but when it comes to sorry, it just gets stuck. You know?" James caught Hartley's eyes and smiled sadly. "I usually am though. Sorry. I always fuck up."