"I'm aware but it happened and we made up. We were fine. Then Wells happened." Creepy son of a bitch. "And I know that sometimes I lie and all but he legitimately didn't believe me. Not a single thing I said. Am I that untrustworthy? Did I hurt him that much that he can't even believe me when I tell him the truth?" James huffed a little and leaned back in his chair, wishing he knew how to reach Hartley, wishing he was less hurt and upset. Maybe he could talk to him and warn him away.

"I don't have much time around women." Which was kind of true. "I used to have a bit of a thing for the bearded lady." ... Wait, that wasn't helping his case much.