Everything happened so fast, Fisher had shrieked and then suddenly he was roughly grabbed and being held, a firm hand clamped over his mouth. His lips were crushed against his teeth without consideration, and he whimpered slightly, but didn't reach to grab James' hand away. He was scared, not stupid.
When James released him, Fisher sighed deeply, swallowing. He was still a little in shock, so he didn't even think to argue with James and followed him, numbly. James had said he would find a way, and he'd meant it. He'd come through even though he owed Fisher nothing. It was just... baffling. But, he reminded himself, James wasn't doing this for free. Because it was taking more effort to accomplish, it would cost more. A lot more.
Stepping into James' room, Fisher stood nervously by the door, hugging himself tightly. He was listening intently to James, catching every word said. He didn't care how much there was, just that there was something, anything. He was already feeling fidgety, anxious for a hit. Eyes sharp, he stared at the small bag on the bed, licking his lips. He wanted it, wanted it more than anything, and it was right there, just waiting.
"What do you want for it?" he asked softly, gaze never leaving the bag.