If anyone else had dared to invade his space like that when he was so wired, James probably would have taken their head off. Like so many of his personal rules, Len was the exception to this one, too.
Blowing out a harsh breath, James shifted subtly so some of his weight was leaning into Len in turn, grateful for the contact. But even that wasn't enough to make the rockets in his gut stop firing off and going in all directions.
"Does something have to be wrong?" He knew he wasn't doing a very good job of being convincing, but he wasn't sure he could put this worry into words.
Or worse, what if putting it into words made it real? What if it wasn't just all in his head?
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Date: 2016-07-28 02:57 am (UTC)Blowing out a harsh breath, James shifted subtly so some of his weight was leaning into Len in turn, grateful for the contact. But even that wasn't enough to make the rockets in his gut stop firing off and going in all directions.
"Does something have to be wrong?" He knew he wasn't doing a very good job of being convincing, but he wasn't sure he could put this worry into words.
Or worse, what if putting it into words made it real? What if it wasn't just all in his head?