He couldn't believe they were really doing this. But then again, Fisher couldn't believe he was feeling the false adrenaline pumping through his system again, couldn't believe James had done this for him. He felt great, better than he had in what felt like forever.
Watching James dress, Fisher shook his head, hugging his arms over his chest. Here he was in his tee shirt and underwear while James was putting on clothing. He felt like a total lunatic and would look like one wandering around. He was probably going to be freezing, and get sick. Well good. Sniffling and coughing would give him something to do. Following James to the door, creeping behind him, Fisher put a hand over his own mouth, indicating he'd be silent as the grave. This was a safety precaution, in case he saw some kind of spectre that scared him and made him scream.
He stayed right behind James, at his heels, bare feet padding on the tiled floors. This was incredible and exciting, and arousing of almost all senses and extremities.