There was nothing that James could think of that he wanted right now. Or nothing that he could think of that he wanted and would ask for. So yes, he would just have to settle with being indebted, and maybe, eventually, James would come up with something that he wasn't too ashamed to even think let alone say.
He had thought to look away once Fisher dipped his finger into the bag, but he didn't. Instead he watched as the other man lifted his finger to his nose and inhaled the white powder, watched as that shudder of relief ran through him. His hair kept getting in his eyes. He felt almost compelled to walk over to him and brush it back out of the way, but of course he didn't move from his spot. And then Fisher caught him watching.
James shook his head and looked quickly away, as though he had been caught doing something he shouldn't have been doing. "Nothing." The word was quiet, and his hands were slipped from his pockets as he wrapped his arms around himself. He was silent for half a second before he offhandedly remarked, "It's quiet in here tonight." That was unusual. Even though Fisher hadn't been banging against the walls for the last few days, which James truly appreciated, there was still usually someone screaming somewhere in the ward.