God, he really didn't want to have to go into explaining all of this. So his actions mirrored those of his sister, a hand running fingers back through his hair before he sat back, a frown pursing his lips, and looked at her.
"Natalia and I... had a fight." That was putting it mildly. "She was gonna leave me and.. things got carried away. That's why I was in jail. They said that I tried to kill her but..." He shook his head. "I just tried to stop her from leaving." And apparently that wasn't okay.
With a scowl, James concluded, "The shrink they sent me to said that I have Narcissistic Personality Disorder with violent tendencies." It was clear by the look on his face that he thought that was bullshit, but it was better to be here than in prison, honestly. Of course he didn't get why he had to be in either one. The bitch shouldn't have tried to leave him.