James was thoroughly enjoying his time being left the fuck alone to lay on the couch, which just so happened to be more comfortable than the beds here were, and scowl at the ceiling. But then he felt something, that nagging feeling that one got when they knew they were being watched, and those icy blues shifted from ceiling to his immediate surroundings to see some scrawny little shit standing there staring at him with some queer little smile upon his face.
"What the fuck are you looking at?" He stared at him for half a second before his eyes narrowed. "Oh great, you're that crazy fuck in the room next to me who bangs against the walls all fucking night long." His long legs swung off of the sofa as he quickly moved to sit up, a finger pointing at the other man as he added, "I have a few words for you."