"A thing?" Hugo repeated, his expression surprised. "With James? Like going out?" He was immediately torn between shock and the powerful desire to land James in it. If he was having a thing with January then he was definitely not supposed to be slobbering all over Alex. Hugo's wounded pride began to demand swift retribution. He tried for several long moments to resist, eyes scanning the room. Failure was inevitable. "Hmmm. You might want to go deck him then, since he seems to be currently perving on my best mate." He heard the possessiveness in his own voice, and cringed. She wasn't his. Not really. But she will be ... he thought, before he could stop himself. He cringed again and shook his head at January. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, Jan. I'm being so childish. But he is over there with Alex. I don't know what's going on."