James had been sitting in the doorway of Erorn's room, watching him sleep. He had been tossing and turning the whole time he watched. Sometimes he would even mumble a few words and whimpering. A part of James wanted to run his fingers through Erorn's red hair to calm him, but James thought better of it. The kid was already mad with him, he didn't need to stoke the fire anymore. I am not sure, do you want to talk about it? He asked him. James was sure he would get mad that he had been sitting in the doorway, but James could always lie about how long he was sitting there.