"Piers has to make me sit," james laughed, shaking his head. Dark hair fell in his eyes. "I like it, but it's hard to not think of a million things at once and just unwind. I try to get up and start doing more things." When they met, James had a hard time with that, but he had learned to relax, not that his mind didn't still work.
"You got a double dose. I got these little Pokemon, and a talking cat." He wasn't the hero, but the creatures were cute, and even if he was kind of a bad guy, he wasn't the worst.