"That's what you always say, but then you're all desperate for comfort." Hartley rolled his eyes and moved over to the bed so he could pet James' hair. "I know, James. I already told you, I'll come over when I'm done with this. You don't have to sleep alone."

Why James was being this dramatic, he didn't know, but he was James. Last night he had gone into a dramatic monologue that ended in a pretend-suicide because he couldn't find the remote control for the television.