Whatever nefarious purposes James might want with his underwear, Fisher didn't want to know. Or maybe he did. He tried to think of anything he could use them for, anything like blackmail or extortion. It wasn't likely. So all that left was... well he knew what options were left. He just didn't want to let himself think about them.
How was it possible not to care even a little that you were completely naked in the same room with some guy? Fisher's mouth practically dropped as James let the sheet fall. He blushed, the turned his head upward to see only the ceiling, although his eyes betrayed him and stole a few choice glances at the other man's form. He had already been envious of James before they'd even met, and now he was positively green with it. Even with the scars, the man was fucking gorgeous.
Taking careful steps, doing everything but closing his eyes to avoid seeing James naked (for fear or the reaction it would cause), Fisher walked over and grabbed his underwear back from James, holding it in his fist. "Well..." he said awkwardly, gaze looking down at James before darting up again. "Thanks, I guess." Ugh, too many memories were coming back of that night, too many scents and sounds. A chill ran down Fisher's back, and though he tried to shurg it off like it was nothing, clearly it was more than nothing.