James glanced up at Fisher as he spoke, a small smile forming upon his lips in spite of himself as the man reached a hand out to push his hair off of his forehead. He was really kind of... sweet, sort of. In a way that James could appreciate, really. And the kiss would have been returned had he had time, but time wasn't given and the kiss was over before it started, his eyes following the man as he left, mirroring that soft smile before Fisher disappeared from sight.
As James dropped his gaze back down the ring, alone at last, one thought rang loud and clear inside his mind; He was really getting himself into some deep shit now. And he liked it.