Cuddling after sex. It was something Fisher had only ever done with women, and doing it with a man felt... weird. Not in a bad weird, not like he disliked it at all, but... it felt weird because it felt natural, like this was even more natural that any of his girlfriends had been. That in itself was unsettling. What unsettled him more, though, was what came next. They were laying together, quiet, Fisher's breath beginning to fall back to a normal pace... and then James dropped a bombshell.
Seething, angry, raging jealousy flared up in Fisher's brain. James had fucked someone else. A nurse. A male nurse. He shouldn't have cared, but... he did. A lot. "Oh," he said simply, nonchalant. What did it matter if James had fucked someone else? After all, this was nothing between them, the man had said himself. Regardless of the fact that their actions indicated otherwise, this mess was just something to do to get out of their systems, a boredom reliever. No feelings.
"Why are you telling me this?" he asked, staring up at the ceiling because if he looked at James, his eyes would give it away.