"It's okay." He reached out and touched Hartley's shoulder, squeezing it gently to try and reassure him. He didn't like to see him like this, he hated that he could have died and he would have died thinking James hated him. Their last words in person would have been some homophobic trash he never meant to say. He was a total dick, no wonder Hartley could believe the lies Wells told him. No wonder he fell for an asshole like Wells.

"I'm sorry I didn't help you when you needed it. I was upset and what that creep said just got under my skin." He took a chance and sat on the edge of Hartley's bed, reaching down to playfully poke the bears cute little stitched nose. "It's not your fault what happened. You tried everything you could and he just beat you. It's not on your conscience, I promise."