Fisher stood in quiet a moment, just watching James. It was obvious that the ring meant something to him, meant a great deal actually. Fisher had pondered keeping it, just as a reminder of James, as a way of tormenting the guy a little. Something to make him remember Fisher when he wasn't around. But now, seeing that look on his face, he was glad he hadn't kept it. It seemed to mean so much to him.
"And it was almost mine," he reminded him softly, brushing a few of James' hairs off his forehead. "It's really nice. Better hang onto it." Leaning in, Fisher pressed a small, quick kiss to James' lips, pulling away before it could be returned, and heading back out into the hallway. Checking to see if anyone was coming, Fisher let himself take one last look back at James, scolding himself for smiling a little, then disappeared out into the hallway.