The explosion had been something he sort of knew would happen, hell Hartley gave him a heads up and all. He didn't know what to do at first, he sort of paced for a while, panicked a little, he wanted to do something to find out if Hartley was even still alive. He had no information, he couldn't bring himself to call him and he didn't even know if going outside was even safe.

It wasn't until Axel heard that one of the guys who'd been hit in the blast had seen a guy who looked like Hartley in the hospital near the ward he was in that James knew he was alive. And he thought that could be enough, just to know he was alive but the whole night he couldn't sleep. He kept thinking of Hartley and how he must feel, that he was alone there and no one was visiting. He couldn't stand it.

He didn't know what to say or why he came but he did, he had to come. He listened to him talk to his parents voice mail and waited for him to hang up before he came into the room slowly, arms behind his back to hide what he had, unsure if he was even welcome.

"Hartley?"