Re: [carnival: misha and james]
He almost rounded on the other angel, skin prickling with protectiveness and defensiveness, “Of course I’m happy around him.” He couldn’t help the bite in his words. A wave of emotion overcame him and he fought it. His bottom lip quivered. “I’m sorry. I didn’t — it’s the ...” he sighed. He hated himself. Getting upset at Misha was dumb, the guy was only trying to help. “I’m sorry.”
James turned away, shoulders slumped. He didn’t deserve this life, these wonderful people and things. He was struggling and he didn’t know how to ask nor what to ask for. He felt lost.
“Thank you for being so kind to me. You don’t have to.” He appreciated it. The jealousy he felt was not toward Misha, thaf protectiveness. He felt bad. “Yeah, nothing but time.”