"True, but that means my boyfriend is vaguely hot. Who'd have thought, I can totally score." Hartley smirked and walked back to James, pop tart in his hand, just as James had ordered. He handed it over to him and knelt down on the mattress, watching him for any signs of fainting or whatever else he was supposed to look out for. He supposed something that would push up his blood sugar would be a good idea.

He leaned over James so he could move his flute case and notes to the side, giving James more space to properly lie down. "You're staying here, just so you know."