Sleep was never their friend. And if James couldn't sleep, he knew Nat couldn't sleep as well. Steps came to lead him down stairs, but he slowly came to a halt. The house was quiet, which was never a good thing with two assassins living in it. But what he heard next, he wasn't expecting to her. The soft silent sound of a trembling breathe. Her breathe to be exact.
He came to press against the wall near that couch, but as he came to look, what he saw would catch him off guard. She was never one to let anyone see her like this, so James felt to make sure no one ever would. As silent steps came towards that couch, his movements would be quick. His frame coming over that couch to the space between her back and the arm rest, due to her hunched over.
His arms coming to wrap around hers, that held her legs and bring her into a secure yet firm embrace. Whether she wanted it or not, she was going to be comforted. In the only way, he knew she needed. A silent embrace, a moment o be vulnerable and know nothing was going to happen during this moment for her.