James never really talked all that much about himself or about his life to anyone. Of course there wasn't that many people who bothered to ask. His shrink did, yes, but that was different. She was paid to care. And he never told her much of anything. So for now, it was just Fisher. But that didn't mean that that couldn't or wouldn't change in the future. Of course it didn't mean that it would either.
"Sometimes." James grinned a little, and then squinted a bit in the faint light to see the mark that Fisher was trying to show him. "Joanna sounds like a tough bitch." James slid his arms around Fisher now that he was sitting up, enjoying the feel of his skin pressed against his own. "You like that sort of thing?" He asked, leaning in to ghost his lips against that same spot of skin before nipping lightly with his teeth.