Everyone had their downfalls. Some people just had more obvious ones than others. But the people that knew him, that got to really know him, soon discovered that James' tendency to push people away was simply a defense mechanism. He had been rejected, mistreated, by so many people in his life that were supposed to care for him that it was difficult for him to let people get close easily. But once he did, he was very protective, very demanding, somewhat overbearing. But that again stemmed from his inability to really trust.
To that remark, James just had to roll his eye. "Right, Fisher. Delusional much? I'm pretty sure it's the other way around." Did he want Fisher to fall in love with him? Maybe. Who wouldn't want someone to love them? It scared the shit out of him, but maybe being scared was a good thing.
"Ita is not the brightest bulb in the box there, Fisher." James teased him. "To anyone else, it wouldn't be a shocker at all. I mean come on.. You've written about me how many times?" He asked, a brow arching slightly. "I doubt anyone else would fall for that utter disdain thing at all. And as for me falling for you..." James smirked a little. "I think I am in love..." He paused for a moment and then added with a grin. "With your mouth." He laughed, preparing to be nudged or hit or otherwise abused for that one.
He knew the question was coming. It was inevitable. He had been trying to answer it but... It was kind of impossible. He didn't have an answer to the question still. And he had no idea what sort of answer Fisher wanted him to have. "I need to piss." He said, answering it in a way that was not at all intended. "And then maybe we could watch an actual movie." That was not the answer he was looking for, though, and James wasn't so good at playing oblivious.
"I like you. And... I think that maybe I should... take you out sometime, if you want." He gave a small shrug of his shoulders. "Then we can see where things go from there."