As a matter of fact, that had been exactly what Fisher was thinking. He wouldn't do anything to James, unless James asked him to. Nodding, Fisher drew his other knee up to his chest, hugging them close. A very telling sign that he was nervous. "We'll never know," he said quietly, because it was a safe assumption. Why would James ask Fisher for sex when he could get anyone else in the joint? Not that he wanted to, as previously mentioned, but he could.
"I need another hit," Fisher decided, grabbing the bag and turning away from James. He didn't like the way the other man was looking at him, as though he was seeing right into Fisher's brain. His blue eyes were piercing and sharp and so... cocky. Prying open the small bag, he dipped a finger back into the fine powder and inhaled, deeply. "Ah, shit," he growled, pinching the bridge of his nose. His eyes started burning and tearing. It had been too damn long since he'd inhaled anything.
Sniffling, closing up the bag again, Fisher scrubbed the heel of his hand over his eyes. "So, how long do you think the nurses will be out?" he asked James, turning back to face him before hugging his knees back up to his chest. The powder was finally starting to have effect, making him more alert and wired.