"No... No, James. I am sorry!"
Everything in this moment was difficult. Dealing with this was difficult and James didn't want to have to do this. Not really. He'd have been happier being a million miles away from this, but he couldn't be. He had to be here, because as much as he didn't want to admit it, he had feelings for the witch before him.
As her hand touched his cheek, moving his eyes once more back to her since his outburst, James' eyes conveyed the sorry he would never be able to voice. For getting angry at her when she was scared. His actions would always, always speak louder than he did, because James was not good at this. Not at all.
The words were swimming around, trying to make some sense, but most of it, most of it didn't. Because James wouldn't allow himself to open up to the feelings Circe was trying to express. He was dealing with the news, not what she was telling him. Only the part about him being a 'bad boy' slipped through, and James allowed a small laugh at that. "Come here." He growled as she finished, his hand moving to behind her head to bring her lips to his, pushing firmly against hers and holding it for a moment.
That had to convey enough, right?
He was still kissing her. Still showing his want for her.
As he pulled away, James nipped lightly at her lower lip. "You owe me new bedding." James told her, matter-of-factly. Their conversation on feelings was over (for now, at least). "And a new towel." He added as an after thought, helping Circe back to her feet and supporting her until she was ready to move on her own accord. "Go get yourself sorted." James insisted, letting go of her eventually and watching her leaving the room before he turned to the mirror above the sink.
Letting out a shaky breath, James took a few moments to collect himself. Pushing up the walls that were crumbling and composing himself back in to the man he knew he was. He could not allow himself to weaken... could he?
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