James didn't know what the fuck he was doing, all he knew was that since Q's disappearance, there was no one to keep him in line. There was no one to pick up the pieces at the end of the night, and sooner or later, he was going to have to get a grip and pick himself up.
He didn't know how much Autumn would be able to help, but at least the fact that he was admitting that he had a problem was a step in the right direction.
James could hear the singing, and frowned a little, pausing outside her door for a few seconds to listen to her. He chuckled softly, and shook his head before he knocked.
As she appeared, he gave her a bit of a smirk and stepped past her into the apartment.
"Good evening, Dr Wheeler. I didn't know you moonlighted as a Broadway star," he teased lightly, trying his best not to laugh.