All the signs were there. The casual way that he scooted nearer to him, the apparent inability to look at him, the accidental brush of fingers against his bare skin. If he were a woman, and James were interested, he would have made a move already. And he would have been successful in it. But Fisher wasn't a woman, and James was... Well, he wasn't sure what he was just yet.
"Yeah, it is." Conversation for the sake of conversation, an attempt to avoid awkward silence. He pursed his lips slightly, silent for a moment long before he offered, "You can wear my jacket if you want. I don't need it."