Being a dick hadn't really been his intention, it just sort of came naturally to him. It was like a defense mechanism. It kept everyone around you at an arm's length. If no one got close, then no one could ever really hurt you. That was the theory, at least, or what he had been told anyway. But it got lonely, truth be told. And while he may have the intention to change, that didn't mean he necessarily had the skill. Old habits died hard.
James sighed, and then he groaned a little as he moved a hand up to scrub at his face for a moment before he dropped it in a gesture that mimicked defeat. "Yeah, okay, you're probably right. I should just..." He made a gesture towards the door to finish the sentence. "I'm obviously not good at... this."