"I think you don't much care for good feelings either. Nothing with depth. That's why you keep smiling at everyone and why everyone wants to be your friend." Hartley might spend a bit too much time analysing James, but at least he definitely knew him. Nobody could deny that. "Seems like it's just a different way of being lonely."

He knew a lot about that. Loneliness. Hartley started on the stitches, focusing so much he was barely aware of the hand in his hair. "No more kissing." Seemed like a simple rule.