"Oh," James replied. Well then, that answered his question. Sort of. "All right then, we won't talk about it. We can just sit here."
Slowly, just in case Lucy felt uncomfortable and wanted to pull away, James pushed back into the couch. He kept his arms around Lucy, easily moving her back with him and frowning at the trail of hair that was being left behind. It wasn't so much that he'd have to clean it, nothing like that was bothering him, it was that she was losing it. Her beautiful blonde hair was dropping quickly and her ball, smooth scalp was quickly coming into view. It twisted something deep in James' gut. Memories of his sisters illness, surely, but he also felt broken, sad that she was so upset. And protective, so protective, he wanted to keep her safe from this pain.
"I'm sorry, Lucy," James murmured as he ran a hand up and down her back in an attempt to soothe her. "Is there anything else I can do? Just tell me and I'll do it."