There was so many things James truly would never understand. His mind had turned to a dark hole, pne that only saw bad in everything. It was confusing that Kinjo cared for him, didn't want him hurt, showed compassion... how was this possible? He was evil... Kinjo cared... It made his head hurt. Soon as he was a bit hard though these thoughts vanished and he Thrusted forward a bit, pushing into his mouth. Letting go of Kinjo's nose to hold his shoulder again, "You can't tell me what to do. You are a lowlife. Not even Jason can." however, what he didn't know was soon... his father would come to yell at him and punish him for hurting Kinjo. All of this would happen in due time. James pumped in and out of Kinjo - differently from before, it was as if he was being somewhat nice, however he wasn't. The confusion seemed to take the evil and lighten it. Making him be somewhat gentle, like a slap to the face with a pillow.