Oh God. The look on Mao's face was enough to make James, who had been plenty pissed off at him ten minutes ago, feel a twinge of guilt int he bit of his stomach. Apparently, he hadn't been the only one to suffer. If he'd found out just how hurt Mao had been a few hours ago, he would have felt satisfaction, but now he just felt... bad.
"Yeah well..." he offered, unsure of what he was supposed to say in this situation. "I wasn't just going to let them kick your ass, even if I sort of wanted for a long time." He sighed and looked over at him. "You should've told me, you know."