James couldn't help but to laugh when he screamed like a little girl. Of course, the part about making his eyeliner run... James arched a brow sharply and then he busted out laughing, nodding his head. "Wow. Yeah. That was pretty damn gay, man." James remarked with a smirk, shaking his head slightly. Nell would get a kick out of this, out of all of this. And the teasing that would come from it... It would be never ending. And he'd probably love every minute of it. In fact, he knew he would.
The question that came next was one that he probably should have guessed was coming but was trying to avoid even thinking about. But he had asked nicely. And so far, things had been okay tonight. That didn't stop him from sighing at the prospect of attempting to formulate an answer to such a complicated question. "I don't really think I can answer that question without being specific." He looked off towards the dark depth of the water that spread out before them, feeling a small chill run down his spine. Did he want to talk about it? That was the first question. The second question was, of course, did he want to talk about it with Fisher?
"I'm not really curious because I already know what she would say. It would be the same thing she always said. I'm sorry." He scoffed a little, his frown deepening as he focused his gaze upon the water that lapped at his firm chest. "My father..." God, this was complicated, hard to talk about, hard to even find the words to really express it. "I can't remember a day from my childhood that wasn't just... fucking ruined by him." He laughed a little. "And no matter how many times he beat the hell out of her, or me, she always took up for him." He shook his head softly. "Her apologies aren't gonna fix anything."