James was not the only one whose breath quickened. It was almost like a high, this feeling of right, of doing something normal, even if it was totally abnormal. Something just as simple as human contact that wasn't for pay, or drugs. Okay well technically he was doing this for drugs, but it was a long term investment. It wasn't like he was getting anything now, so it didn't count.
Pleased with himself, and also the non-violent reaction he was getting, Fisher started enjoying this. He liked pleasing people, liked running his fingers through hair. Men had shorter hair, so it was easier with them. "Thanks," he said again, more confident this time.
But as with most things, Fisher's confidence was pretty much stomped on. Seemingly out of nowhere, James got to his feet and shover Fisher. "Ack!" he cried out, looking up at James as he stormed off, bewildered. What in the hell had happened? What had gone wrong? Had he fucked everything up? Flabbergasted, he only had a moment to stare after the other man before Nursezilla was by his side, looking down at him angrily. "No starting fights!" she barked at him, obviously having only caught the part where James shoved him and stormed off.
Groaning, he fell sideways onto the couch, face smooshed against the warm vinyl. What the fuck.