"I don't know that he left because of another person," Fisher said defensively. But why else would James have run off so fast? Maybe it wasn't for a lover (probably not), but maybe for his sister, his stepfather... someone. What else could have been so important that he just ran off? He didn't want to think that he'd been betrayed, but maybe that's exactly how he felt. Though he knew he had no right to be. After everything he'd done to James... he didn't think any kind of hurt the boy dished out to him was undeserved.
"Anyway, it doesn't matter," he decided, the subject (as far as he was concerned) a closed case. "I just hope he's okay." He was going to spend the next however long James was gone worrying about him, wondering if he was safe, resisting texting him incessently to see what was going on.
Looking up at Will for really the first time today, Fisher was startled by what he saw. He'd been so distracted, he hadn't noticed that Will was completely clean faced. "You're not wearing makeup!" he declared, actually coming forward and examining Will's face. "Jesus... your eyes are fucking blue."