A/N—This story is finally back! I'm sorry for the delay, as usual work has been insane. I'm taking the time to post this chapter in the hopes that it inspires me to write more tonight. I hope everyone's well. :)

As a reminder, we left off after James' birthday party, when he and Kendall arrived home and Kendall chased Tracy out. Then they argued, Kendall trapped James in his room, and they went to sleep. Well, James did. We know Kendall doesn't sleep. This picks up the following morning. Thank you for reading!

The alarm on James' phone seemed to come from miles away. He stirred, confused for a moment about the fact that it was pitch black in the room. Then he felt the wall of feathers (which seemed like an actual wall, made up of strong fibers that were somehow soft at the same time) and remembered—he was trapped in a cocoon of wings.

And now that he was fully awake, two thoughts pressed to the forefront of his brain: he had to pee so badly his stomach was cramped up from it, and if he didn't shut off the incessant buzzing from the alarm soon, he was going to lose his mind.

"Kendall."

"I am here."

No shit. "Let me go. I have to shut that off."

"It is rather disturbing." The feather blanket loosened slightly before he added, "I need to know I can trust you."

"Oh my god, you can trust me! All I care about right now is stopping that noise and getting to the toilet! Let me go!"

The feather wall slowly opened. Light came in, causing James to blink against the sudden brightness, and he expected the air outside the wings to be cool to his skin but it didn't feel much different. Surprisingly, he also didn't feel like he'd been suffocated in any way. It was as if Kendall's wings, which were so strong and impenetrable, allowed for air to seep in.

And if asked, he would've said that he felt amazingly refreshed. He'd slept better last night than he had probably since childhood, before his father left the first time and he began to understand that bad things happen.

Kendall passed him the phone. James quickly shut off the offending noise and dropped the device onto Kendall's chest. One wing was still underneath him. Without consciously deciding to he laid his head down to rub a cheek against the wing. The feathers soothed him as Kendall's touch sometimes did, though he'd never admit that if probed about it.

Ten seconds into that his need to urinate took over and he jumped up from the bed, full of energy.

"James! Where are you—"

"Bathroom!"

He sprinted to it and let go, this time Kendall's presence not a hindrance. He didn't even care that Kendall was watching; all that mattered was the relief that followed. "Oh my god. Don't ever let me go to bed without peeing again."

"That was your choice, James. I allowed you that."

"Yeah, yeah." He honestly couldn't be too annoyed with Kendall because he felt fantastic. He'd slept well and was excited about making his first music video today. He flushed the toilet and dropped his sweats, the boxers going with them. "Okay, so first things first. I need a shower and breakfast. I don't have to worry about spending a lot of time on my hair today because they'll just do what they want for the shoot. Same with clothes. Hey, can you teleport me straight to the building again, so nobody sees me with limp and lifeless hair on the way?"

"Teleport?" Kendall actually looked amused for once.

"Yes. You know what the word means, don't try to tell me you don't."

"I know," he nodded, the hint of a smirk at his lips. It made him look...impish. Was that even a word? It sounded like something James' mother had said when he was being particularly mischievous as a child.

"So why are you laughing?"

"I am not laughing. I am amused."

"I see that. Why?"

"I've never heard it referred to in that manner before. Teleport."

"It's what we call it, Kendall. When you can go somewhere without actually going there. You're just there. What do you call it?"

"Travel. Or simply...movement. Being."

James rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I'm gonna shower, and then I should have just enough time to make a smoothie before I go. Though...I might need something more substantial. I don't know when I'll have a chance to eat again. Oh, but I'm sure there will be some sort of craft services because Kelly's awesome like that and Gustavo will need to eat his stress." He moved to the shower and turned it on, setting the temperature.

"Do not forget that you must dress as well."

James' brows drew together; this time he was the one amused as he looked back over his shoulder. "Yeah, that's implied as part of showering. Most people get dressed afterward, Kendall."

"Ah. Of course."

Did he look a tiny bit embarrassed? Kendall's cheeks were flushed. "And you're just gonna stand there and watch me the whole time, right?"

"It is my job."

Of course it was. Letting his annoyance at that go, James stepped into the bathtub.

"Do I need to shower again?" The way he asked made it sound like the idea was torture to Kendall.

James raised his voice over the pounding of water on tiles. "Nah, you should be good today. I doubt you'll be active enough to sweat at all."

After that, James turned his thoughts to the upcoming shoot. Even the certainty of Gustavo constantly yelling at him couldn't dampen his excitement over that.

Then again, with Kendall around, how much yelling would there actually be? James still hated the fact that Kendall was at his side every second, but some aspects of it weren't so bad.

The first half of the shoot centered on James' performance, which would be intercut with acting scenes of the James Bond storyline. James made a point to ask again for an audience, as they were shooting in a venue and "it looks stupid if there's no one watching me." The director assured him the cameras would be on him only, and that they weren't using the venue as a concert hall—only for the stage and atmosphere, and that it would look cool with the lighting and fog machines.

Kendall smiled when James' arguments were beat down. James wanted to sock him.

For two hours he paraded around the stage, lip syncing and strutting his stuff. Kendall watched every move; truly, his ability to focus without distraction was otherworldly. Then again, he was watching for distractions, for something out of the ordinary (at least in his mind), so there was plenty to study. Gustavo had no need to yell this time, as James remembered his direction from the day before and followed it to the letter—outside of a spin he added after the first chorus, a move he used to do all the time in his bedroom when practicing for moments like this. He saw Gustavo raise a brow afterward, but nothing was said. The spin stayed in.

James silently cheered the small victory.

The third hour was spent tweaking his performance. Together Gustavo and the director replayed the shots, which would be edited later, and James was told to re-enact certain parts of the song. By the time lunch was called, Gustavo was satisfied.

It was Kelly who voiced that, because of course Gustavo never expressed praise verbally; with him it was more a lack of yelling that spoke volumes. James was standing next to a table filled with fruits and danishes, Kendall in a sort of defensive tackle stance behind him in case anyone got too close, when Kelly approached. "It looks great, James!"

"Thanks." He offered her a genuine smile while reaching for a peach. "Wait, can I eat this? I don't want it to get stuck in my teeth if we're gonna be filming more."

"You earned it. We're done with the performance aspect." Frowning, Kelly tried to sidestep Kendall so she could clearly see James' face as they spoke. Wherever she moved, Kendall would shift to as well, his face impassive as he stared back at her. "Um...we're going to head over to the second shoot in a few minutes. Lunch will be served there before we get started on the filming. You two can ride with us in the limo."

"The limo?! Awesome!" This day was seriously amazing. He'd nailed the performance even though lip syncing wasn't his style, and now he got to ride in a real live limousine. There was a moment where he regretted that Carlos wasn't here to share it with him, as that had been a dream of theirs for as long as he could remember. Then Kendall spoke up (something he'd barely done since their arrival) to interrupt James' happiness.

"Limo?" he echoed.

James laid a hand on Kendall's shoulder. He leaned in to whisper, "It's a vehicle."

"Yes, limo," Kelly confirmed. "You know...like...a limousine?"

Kendall clearly didn't like the idea. "We will walk."

Before James could object (and he was so ready to), Kelly replied, "It's nine miles away. Even if James wanted to, we don't have time for that."

They could get there even easier by teleporting, but James wasn't about to say that—nor was he going to give up the chance to ride in a limo. "It's cool, we'll ride with you guys."

"James, I do not think that—"

Kelly interrupted Kendall's attempt to change his mind. "James, can I talk to you for a second?" With an apologetic glance Kendall's way she added, "Alone?"

It was Kendall who answered. "No."

Kelly's brows rose toward her hairline. "Excuse me?"

"You may not speak to James alone."

"Oh, really. So you control who James—"

Seeing that this was going to end badly, James stepped closer to Kendall and spoke over his shoulder. "Text me. Just text me, Kelly." He mouthed a silent "Please!" as well.

Suspicious, she nodded anyway. "Sure. Be ready to go in about ten minutes."

"We will," James assured her. "Where's the bathroom in this place?"

Once given that information, James couldn't get Kendall away fast enough. He was relieved to find the restroom empty. He waited for Kendall to step in and close the door (and predictably stand in front of it as a guard) before saying, "You are not keeping me from riding in a limo. No way in hell, Kendall."

The term threw Kendall for a second. "Hell? You speak of Hell?"

"Jesus, it's a figure of speech. Get used to those." Whether it was his acceptance of the fact that Kendall would always be there or his refusal to let anything pop his balloon today, James didn't feel weird whipping it out in front of Kendall to pee. He talked while doing that. "I'm riding in that limo today. I've wanted to ever since the day Gustavo showed up in Minnesota in the damn thing. You're just gonna have to put on your big boy pants and deal with it."

"Big boy pants?"

"Oh my god, quit repeating everything I say!" Now done with the urinal, James stopped to consider if he should use the actual toilet before they left. He also realized he'd never even gotten to bite into the peach, which was sitting on the table where he'd set it down when Kelly praised him. Should he go back and get it? Nah, lunch would be happening soon. He'd wait. And he was fine without the toilet for the moment, as well. Mind spinning on a track, he barely registered that Kendall was waiting for him to say more. He stepped over to the sink to wash his hands.

"Forgive me, I do not know what big boy pants are. Is that another figure of speech?"

"Yes. It means suck it up. God, you're going to take that literally, too. Be mature. Suffer through it. I know you hate riding in cars, but a limo..." James reached for a paper towel before turning to Kendall. "It's one of my dreams, dude. For most of my life. Please, let me have this. Nine miles will take like fifteen minutes. Twenty, tops. I promise, you're safe."

"I've told you, James, it is not me I'm concerned for. I worry that you will be hurt."

James looked deeper and saw the lie in Kendall's eyes. What he said was true, but it wasn't the whole story; Kendall was terrified of moving vehicles. Understanding what true fear felt like, James dropped the paper towel into a bin and took both of Kendall's hands in his. Please God, don't let anyone else walk in right now. "I'll be fine," he said softly. "And so will you. I know you're scared, and I get it. But I won't let anything happen to you, okay? It's a two-way street."

Kendall's grip tightened, showing his apprehension more than his face or words did. "I do not understand that phrase."

"Right." James sighed. "It means that you're here to take care of me, but that doesn't mean I can't do the same for you. I'll keep you safe, as well. I wouldn't put you in a car if I thought it was dangerous."

Green eyes clouded with doubt. "You wish me to be gone."

"I..." He couldn't really argue that, could he?

"I cannot trust your words, James. You lie to me."

James closed his own eyes, wondering how to get around that. Kendall would probably never trust him again. Finally he looked at Kendall and said, "You know me."

"As well as I can."

"You've studied me. Look into my eyes, Kendall. Do I really wish harm on you? Could I do that to someone? Anyone?"

"I believe you could, if provoked."

"I'm talking physical harm here. And I'm talking about you. Yeah, you annoy the fuck out of me. Yes, I wish sometimes you weren't here. But would I hurt you? Or let someone else hurt you? Look at me. See the truth."

To give his words more weight, James slid his fingers between Kendall's. He felt the warmth that radiated from the angel's skin and tried to give some of that back, if that was even possible. He wanted...needed...Kendall to understand that he cared, even a little bit. Because as much as he would never admit it (to himself or to Kendall), he didn't like that he'd hurt Kendall more than once by making him feel unwanted.

Kendall stared into his eyes, but it felt more like the depths of his soul. It always did when Kendall looked at him. "Do you believe me?" he asked, desperate for Kendall to understand.

"I see truth in your eyes. You would not hurt me."

James shook his head. "Nope. Though I might deck you at some point, if I'm pissed enough. You're not wrong about that."

"You would regret it."

One of James' brows shot up. "Is that a threat?"

"Not at all. It is truth. You would be angry with yourself for hurting me. And wish you had not done it."

Fuck Kendall for being able to see into his heart. James wrenched his hands away from Kendall's, ignoring the feeling of loss that seemed to accompany that gesture every time. "We have to go." James started toward the door, Kendall for once not on his tail. "Come on, or they'll come looking for me."

"I am...scared."

"I know." And it was a shock to hear Kendall admit it so openly. "But I'll be with you. Right next to you, okay?"

"Will you hold my hand, the way you did just now?"

James blinked, unsure how to take that. Did an ethereal being really need contact the same way a human would? "I...if we were alone, I would. I can't do it in front of other people. I'm sorry."

Kendall's face fell.

"But we can...I mean..." What? What could they do? Gustavo and Kelly would be sitting across from them. There was nothing they could do that wouldn't seem strange. Unless... "So I'm going to pretend to fall asleep. Not right away, it'll have to be at least a minute or two into the ride. I'll 'fall asleep' on you."

"Explain," Kendall frowned.

"When we turn a corner or something, I'll kind of...roll toward you. And lean on you. It's the best I can do, Kendall. My head on your shoulder. Will that help?"

Kendall thought that over. "Perhaps. It's your skin I need."

James jolted slightly, the words causing goosebumps to rise for no apparent reason. "My skin?"

"Yes. Your touch brings reassurance. Comfort."

Peace. James hadn't realized that was mutual; he'd assumed it was some magical power angels possessed and that it worked on everyone. Maybe it did. Maybe it wasn't him at all, and Kendall would feel the peace with any human.

Or maybe it had something to do with that whole bonding thing.

Now wasn't the time to think about it. "Well, it's the best I can do," he said again. He reached out now for Kendall's hand, squeezing it once. "There, store some of that up to use later when you need it," he teased.

Kendall's answering smile was unexpected.

And rather comforting in itself.

In the limo, Gustavo stayed busy on his phone. Kelly did some of that as well, but snuck curious glances Kendall's way whenever she could get away with it. James was awake for the first few minutes and felt her eyes on Kendall, then was able to block it out by feigning sleep—and making sure to lean Kendall's way the first chance he got.

He understood Kelly's suspicion of Kendall. Had he been in her position, he would've thought Kendall's behavior overbearing; hell, he already did. But he'd tried to escape, and that didn't work. He'd attempted to explain to Kendall why he needed time alone—still didn't work. Kendall wasn't going anywhere, and James had mostly accepted it. He just didn't know how to explain the situation to anyone else.

When they arrived at Colossal Studios and he pretended to wake up (though he had dozed for a few minutes, having been completely relaxed), he checked his phone to find a few texts from Kelly asking what the deal was with Kendall. She pointed out that she understood he was James' cousin, but his actions were more of the bodyguard variety.

James couldn't argue that.

After being told he had twenty minutes to eat before being needed in make-up, he'd put together a heaping plate of food from the craft table and found a semi-quiet spot to eat with Kendall. While digging in, he asked, "Are you okay?"

"Me?" Kendall asked, surprised. He'd taken the chair to James' right, gaze scanning the room continuously. "I am well. Why do you ask?"

"Because I know that car ride freaked you out." James set down his fork long enough to whip out his phone and figure out what to say to Kelly. How did he explain it? The bodyguard story worked with Lucy and would with anyone else who asked, but Kelly was different in that she had a direct line to James' mother; she could call to verify the story, and that would be disastrous.

"Freaked me out means..."

"Scared you," James replied, not getting annoyed over it this time. He was more worried about Kendall than irritated. "I felt you trying to discreetly touch my hand."

Kendall seemed at a loss for words, his cheeks reddening again. It was so rare that James couldn't keep back a smile. Kendall did have his adorable moments.

"I'm sorry. Kelly would've definitely noticed, she was watching you."

"I am aware." Noting that James was tapping at his phone, he asked, "Are you communicating with Lucy?"

"No, Kelly. Though I do need to answer Lucy, she texted me this morning to see what happened last night. Tracy probably told her how crazy you acted."

"It is crazy to keep you alive?"

"Tracy was never going to hurt me, Kendall. I've told you that a million times."

"And I've told you a million times why sex is dangerous. It can lead to love."

"Yeah, not with Tracy." Frustrated, James set down his phone and focused on food again.

"Why are you tense?"

"Because I don't know what to say to Kelly. She's asking about you and I can't tell her the truth."

"You have already given her a false explanation about me. I am your cousin from Minnesota."

"Yes, but you're also acting as my bodyguard. She doesn't get that. And I can't say that Mom sent you here for that reason, because she can just call Mom. She has Mom's number and does call her sometimes for permission for things. Though now that I'm eighteen, she won't need to do that anymore. So that's kind of cool," he mused before biting into a beautifully-made turkey sandwich.

Kendall considered the problem while James chewed. "Will I be meeting your mother? She lives in Minnesota, but will she visit you here at some point before your next birthday?"

"Doubt it, she's too busy. But I know she expects me home for her birthday in November. And she'll want me home for the holidays, too. So...yeah, unless you miraculously decide to let me go alone, she'll be meeting you. Damn, that means I have to tell her about you. How the fuck am I gonna do that?" Another big bite of sandwich was necessary. Maybe Gustavo wasn't the only one who ate his stress.

"And you cannot tell her the truth? She is your mother, you should not lie."

James snorted. "Please, she's probably the person I've lied to most in my life. Not about big things," he added when Kendall looked scandalized. "Just like...you know. Sneaking out, ditching school, that sort of thing. And you're starting to talk all stiff again. Remember your contraptions."

"Contractions," Kendall corrected absently. "I still think you shouldn't lie to your mother. Or to anyone."

"Yeah, well...there are certain moments in life where if I didn't, I'd be locked up. Like...oh, I don't know, when a guardian angel shows up to ruin my life."

"Save," Kendall corrected again. "Save your life."

James rolled his eyes. "Okay, I have to tell Kelly something or she's gonna call Mom and ask about you. I think she might do that either way. So...how much time do I have left?"

Kendall didn't even consult a clock. "Twelve minutes before you are needed in make-up."

"Thank you." He set down the half-eaten sandwich and picked up his phone instead. "You—stay quiet."

Kendall, who was still constantly skimming their surroundings, said nothing.

James sent a call through to his mother. It was Saturday, which meant she was possibly at home—still working, of course, but maybe not from the office. "James!" she greeted him, the smile evident in her voice. "How is my darling?"

"I'm good, Mom. Shooting my first music video today!"

"That's wonderful, baby. Did you enjoy your birthday party? Did I send enough money?"

"It was great," he lied. "Thanks." And that reminded him that he also needed to give Lucy some of that money to cover whatever she'd put out for everything. "It was all over social media, too, people were posting pics and tagging me. Great for my fame."

"Yes, that's fantastic. I have about ten minutes before my next conference, so I can't talk long."

She never could. James refused to let it bother him this time. "That's okay, I'm calling about um...well...see..." How did he explain Kendall?

"Spit it out, James. Time is money."

"Right, sorry. Um...so I made a new friend here at the Palm Woods."

"Okay? A female friend?"

"No, this one's male. His name is Kendall. He's pretty much moved in with me and we spend all our time together."

"Oh. I see."

"Yeah, so his background is kind of—"

"I have to admit, I'm shocked. Though I did wonder when you were younger, there were times I thought I saw...but then you became girl crazy and dated a million of those, so I decided I'd been wrong. But you're saying I was right?"

"What? Mom, what the hell are you talking about?"

"What are you talking about? You're telling me you're dating a man, right?"

"What?! Oh my god, no! Mom, what the hell?!" He was loud enough that some of the crew looked over. Kendall, who could easily hear both sides of the conversation and knew why James was reacting badly, kept his focus on everyone else.

"James, you don't need to be ashamed. I'm around all kinds every day, I'm not going to love you any less."

"Mother. No. It's not like that." James was barely holding on to his sanity. "I'm not gay!" he whispered loudly into the phone.

"Okay, but you just told me you spend all your time with a boy that you've moved in with you. What else am I supposed to think?"

"If you'd let me finish, I can tell you that."

"Well, move it along. You have eight minutes."

"Jesus," James sighed, his focus shattered. "As I was saying, he has a rough background and doesn't like to talk about it. I know everything, but nobody else does. So to explain him, I've just been telling people that he's my cousin from Minnesota that you sent out here to watch over me."

Brooke was silent for a few moments. "And they believe you?"

"Yes, because he does protect me the way a bodyguard would. He looks out for me."

"Why?"

"Why?" That was a question James couldn't answer. "I don't know, because we're friends? Because he cares? That's not the point."

"Then what is, James? Get to it."

"The point is that if Kelly or Gustavo ever ask you about him, please back me up here. Just tell them that he is my cousin and you sent him here to live with me."

"Oh. Sure, I can do that. What's his name?"

James refrained from reminding her he'd already mentioned it. "Kendall."

"Last name?"

"Uh..." James was stumped. Kendall didn't remember his last name.

"James, do you not even know your new best friend's last name? And what happened to Lucy?"

"She's still my friend, Mom. Kendall would rather people not know his background."

"Yes, you said that. So you're telling me that a perfect stranger is living with you? I'm not sure I approve of that. He could be playing you, setting you up to rob you or steal your identity."

"No, Mom, it's nothing like that. Trust me. He just...you have to trust me. He's a good guy. He uh...he does a great job of keeping me safe." James had to admit the truth in that.

"Okay, I'll go along with it for now. But if I get the feeling he's using you for money or a place to stay, or even for his own fame, we'll be discussing this again."

"I get it. Just please back me up if Kelly asks."

"Fine. I'll just tell her he's my sister-in-law's child from a previous marriage."

"Perfect. Thank you. I love you."

"I love you too, son," Brooke answered, warmth creeping into her tone. "It's rare to hear you say that out loud, so I'm going to treasure it. I have to go now, darling. Kisses!"

James made kissy noises to his mother as quietly as he could, hating that she still insisted on that even though he was a full-fledged adult now. He disconnected the call and sat back in the chair, deflating. "She's so exhausting."

"You have three minutes to finish eating your meal."

"Right." Tossing his phone aside, James dug into the pasta salad he'd ignored. "Okay, so Mom's on board with my story about you. I can tell Kelly you're my bodyguard."

"More lies."

"Is it really, though?" James asked, glancing over at Kendall. "That's basically what you are."

"I suppose. I appreciate what you said to your mother."

"Which part?"

"That I do a great job of keeping you safe. I believed that you hated it."

"Oh, I do," James chuckled. "Drives me insane. But you do your job well."

"Thank you. My boss will be pleased to hear that."

"When? Do you have like...meetings with him?"

"Not unless I ask for one, and I would only do that if I was in danger of failing my mission."

James nodded, having heard something like that before.

"But he is able to watch over us."

"Right." James lifted his hand toward the ceiling, managing an awkward middle finger salute around the fork. When Kendall's face scrunched up in confusion, James said, "Don't even ask."

Kendall let it go, moving on to something else. "Your mother believed you to be gay."

"Oh my god. Please don't ever bring that up again."

"You are not? I need to know for my mission. Nothing in your file said you were."

"Because I'm not. It's all about girls for me, dude. Trust me, you don't have to keep guys away from me. I will never fall in love with one of those."

Kendall nodded. "Good. That would have—" At a look from James, he amended, "—would've made my mission twice as difficult. Kelly is approaching."

Mouth full of pasta, James glanced up to greet her. "Time?"

"Yes. And there's not a lot of room in the make-up trailer, so Kendall, you can just wait outside when we get over there."

"That is not acceptable. I believe I've made it clear that I don't leave James' side."

"Look, I don't know—"

"Kelly," James interrupted. Best to just get this out of the way now. "I haven't had a chance to answer your texts, but here's the deal. Mom sent him out here to act as my bodyguard. That's why he's so crazy about this stuff. I've tried to talking to him, but he takes it very seriously."

"Clearly. She didn't run any of this past me or Gustavo."

"I know, but she sees how much more exposure I'm getting and she worries about me. You know, with fans and all. Stalkers. I tried to tell her I don't need a bodyguard, but...well. You know how my mom is. Just try telling her no."

Though Kelly didn't look happy about it, she knew James had a point—Brooke Diamond was not a woman to be crossed. "Okay, I get that, but you're in no danger with the make-up artist. She's extremely professional and—"

"A woman," Kendall interjected, as if that explained all.

"Yes," Kelly said slowly. She looked at Kendall like he was short a few marbles. "So?"

James jumped in. "Uh, Kendall doesn't trust any female. At all."

"Oh. That's why he stares at me like I'm a threat."

"Exactly," James nodded.

"Well, I'm not, and he needs to loosen up a little because—"

"Yeah, he's not going to. It's easier to just let him do his job." James leaned closer to Kelly and whispered, "Trust me." When Kelly still looked as if she was going to argue, James added, "Or you can take this up with my mom. Your choice."

It was the right thing to say; nobody liked going up against Brooke. "Fine," she finally sighed. "But he can't be in the video with you."

"Will there be females present?" Kendall wanted to know.

"No, the crew is male. Outside of wardrobe and hair and make-up. Which we discussed yesterday morning. You were there, remember?"

"Of course I remember," Kendall answered, adding a pleasant smile. "I will remain close during the preparations, and stay out of the way while he is filming. But I won't be far, and I will be watching him."

"Whatever." At the sound of her name being called, Kelly looked away. "Come on, that's Gustavo. We have to get started. Make-up. Now."

Relieved that Kelly would (hopefully) not be asking any more questions, James dropped his mostly-empty plate into a trash can and followed. Kendall, as always, stayed close.