James had imagined two very distinct and different scenarios. Either he would be dragged into the apartment in a tight hug or he would have the door slammed in his face. He was glad that it was the former of the two. He wrapped his arms around Lloyd and gave him a tight squeeze in return. "Hey beautiful," he said in his usual smooth voice. "Glad to see you pulled through alright." He doubted Rocky had told him that he'd asked about him, but he honestly should have called himself and he felt somewhat bad that he hadn't. Things had been much more serious here than he had originally thought.
"How are you?" He asked, pulling back to look at him. He frowned a little. "You look tired." Happy to see him, but tired. "Let's get you sat down," James remarked as he pulled the door closed behind him and practically dragged Lloyd over to the sofa, pushing him down to have a seat before he peeled off his jacket and tossed it on a nearby chair. "We came back to check on everyone," Obviously. "I wanted to see how you were."