Fisher kept his eyes forward, looking out at the water, watching moonlight at the crest of each wave. He knew James was looking over his, was trying to read him, and he didn't want to give anything away. Finally the question was asked, soft and kind. The medium nodded, letting his hair fall around his face, hiding him. "I'm skinny," he explained, like that wasn't totally obvious. He shivered again, this time defintiely from cold.
Hugging himself, Fisher's fingers brushed over James' bicep, lingering for half a second before the curled around Fisher's own arm. He didn't look up, couldn't, just in case James noticed the touch, in case he wondered if there was more to it than just accidental contact. "Windy out," he noted, just to say something.