James smiled when the other man agreed. He would have maybe done it on his own if he hadn't, just spent the night in the top of the lighthouse, watch the sun rise, but he was glad that he wouldn't have to go at it alone. "Good," he replied in a whisper, his gaze moving back out toward the coast. He felt that slight shift, felt that almost innocent touch, the warmth of the other man's skin against his own. He felt him shiver and it made James' pulse pick up ever so slightly, his heart beating just a fraction faster and harder inside his chest.
Looking over at Fisher, eyes washed over his face in silence for just a moment, trying to read anything about his expression before he asked in a soft voice, "Are you cold?" That could have very well been the reason, though he found himself silently hoping that it wasn't, not that he would willingly admit that to anyone. He barely admitted it to himself.