"Do you know how -" James gestures. He doesn't have words for it. "Empowering's the wrong word. How something it is to hear that? I could like - I don't know, trying to get you to eat something and mopping the house at a stupidly late hour."

He pauses to unbutton his braces and tug off his undershirt. Probably might make it feel better if he's wearing about as much as R is. "You okay with me saying that I think you're handsome? And I'm curious about the tattoos?" And the scars under them. "Want help out of your boots?"