Just James
He watched her, he watched her shoulders shake as she sobbed over the deaths of Ana Lucia and Libby. For some reason, he could look away. He felt he needed to walk over and put his arms around her, let her weep into his shoulder, no matter how much she pulled away. Something just went off inside of him, and he found himself walking over to her.
As he sat down, he saw her turn. She probably thought he would mock, make some jack ass comment about her crying, and as much as it hurt him as she turned, he wouldn't turn back, not now. He found himself pulling her back to him, placing her on his warm chest, and running his hand over her hair. She didn't pull away, she didn't do anything. She just cried into his chest, and put her hands around his arm, playing with the material on his shirt.
He couldn't believe any of this, how it happened, even what happened. Now he was holding her in his arms, as she was crying into him, feeling the warmth of his chest. He liked the feeling of this, liked how she trusted him enough to act this way. He didn't even though how he trusted her enough to see him like this, but it wasn't just he, it was James.
