Fisher was ready and willing to leave. He figured James would kick him out now, tell him to get his freakish ass out of his room and not come back. He hadn't expected James to gently ask him to come back to the bed. Looking up, Fisher bit his lip hesitantly, watching James a moment. He looked sincere, not like he was going to knock his lights out as soon as he got close.
Cautiously, Fisher crawled up onto the bed beside James, sitting beside him but not touching him. "I'm sorry," he mumbled again. "I shouldn't have... not without saying..." He swallowed, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. "I won't do it again, I promise." Taking a deep breath, he finally raised his eyes to look at James, a hesitant half smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Can I kiss you still?"