Re: James/Fisher
It was always unfair how well James just knew him. Even without saying it, the demon knew what Fisher was thinking, why he did what he did. But then again, Fisher knew what James was thinking, too. He was thinking that yes, this was scary, but it was happening anyway. James dove in headfirst and took Fisher in with him because one way or another, he was going off the deep end. Might as well do it holding a hand. There was no way he could have pulled back now anyway, no chance he could make himself look away from those eyes. They held him too powerfully.
Taking in a deep, slow breath, Fisher moved both arms around James' neck, letting his forehead rest on the other man's chin. "Okay," he whispered, closing his eyes. Okay. He could do this, and it would be okay. And all those eyes glaring daggers at them were in his imagination. And after awhile, he actually just started thinking about James, about being in his arms, and the paranoia slowly faded.