Jesus Christ, James didn't even know what to make of this woman. She didn't really stroke him as a doctor, she was so excitable and skittery.
"No, don't be sorry, it was- charming. You have a lovely voice, doctor," he smiled.
"I'm not particularly fond of being in the spotlight, so steal away," he insisted, sitting as she gestured, but not lying down. It would just make him feel like a madman.
He blinked a couple of times, and stared at her in surprise. His most prominent bad memory? Fucking hell-
He ran his fingers through his hair, and looked at the ground. "Jesus-" he mumbled, not even sure where he was meant to begin with something like that. "It's a blur."