Fisher wasn't the only one that was confused. James wasn't sure why it had displeased him so much either. Maybe he just wanted to be the one to make him admit it. Or maybe it was something else completely. He didn't know. And right now he didn't really care to think about it.
"You can owe me." Fortunately for Fisher, Nic had been swayed by cold hard cash this time around. Granted, James had no money on him, but he had accounts that weren't frozen, and he had used Nic's cellphone to arrange for the other man to pick up some money. The quality of the stuff wasn't great and he'd paid far more for it than it was worth, but Nic needed the money to get more supplies so he had taken it. Next time, however, James doubted that would be the case. But they could cross that bridge when they came there.
Turning away from the window, James rested his back against the wall, hands tucked away in the pockets of his plaid pajama pants. Those blue eyes scanned Fisher's face as though they were looking inside him before be spoke, "Go ahead, seriously fucking pathetic. What are you waiting for?"