James says he knows things aren't the same but he's falling back into old habits; dismissing her concerns, playing the hero, and putting on a mask of who he think she wants. Is that the impression she gives? That she expects him to be flawless and infallible and inhuman? She wants James and James alone, broken pieces and all. The fact that he would rather limp around in pain for days on end than ask for her help isn't lost on Lita. He's so content to suffer in silence when all she ever wanted was to shoulder some of his burden. Well, he was going to accept her help whether he liked it or not. This was his kingdom and there was no doubt he wore the crown but even a king kneels when he has a thorn in his paw.
"None of my business?" Lita asks, incredulous. Her hand is still on his chest; it's the first time she's touched him since the day she left him behind and she finds herself starved for the feel of him. As soon as she realizes she's lingering longer than was strictly normal, Lita drops her hand, her eyes finding his in the deep, dark night. "What a thing for you to say to me. Well, I'm making it my business."
Lita closes for her eyes and rubs her face, feeling the burn of tiredness behind her eyelids. She considers her options and finds she has very little. For once, what she wants and what is right falls in line with one another. Going back to his place made sense. She knows James wouldn't want anyone from camp to see that he was hurt and, if she was being honest with herself, she wants to see the place James calls home. She wants to sit at his table and meet his dog and smell the cigarette smoke in his clothes like a weird, lovesick goon. So the fact that it's the obvious, most correct answer immediately makes Lita nervous but she doesn't see that she has a choice.
"I'm going to take look at that injury and patch you up as needed and then we're going to eat," Lita says, her earlier defensiveness softening slightly. That isn't to say her tone allowed for interpretation; there was to be no questioning her plan. She was in charge right now, not him. "I mean, unless you want to drop trou right here? I doubt anyone would mind the view." Lita arches her eyebrows questioningly, looking around. They are in the middle of a busy intersection of footpaths and although there aren't as many people running around like earlier they were very likely to be come upon by someone at any moment.