James was staring at her again, a little too close and too deeply for comfort. I know that fucking look. Back off. Though there was another part of her that wouldn’t have minded being with someone who was constantly near the edge of ego collapse. Maybe if you looked a little more like Melody. “Did it scramble your brain?” he asked. His voice sounded a bit squashed, much deeper and longer than normal, but somehow that felt natural here. It was what her ears were expecting. At least we can talk.