James pulls him as close as he can stand with the warm weather. "Want help out of that coat and into the shower? You look exhausted. I wrote to you - about some stuff going on here and invited you over."

He takes a deep breath and shifts so he's not pressing the hinge of his glasses on some of the armor under that hooded coat. "You don't have to apologize? I might be half tempted to drag you off to the coolest part of the house and lock all the doors, but that's because it's a madhouse down there. And I'm damned selfish at times. Are you all right?"