James didnt wrap an arm around Kinjo, all he did was curl up next to Kinjo. His arms were pulled close to himself as he slept, enjoying his stolen snuggle time with the boy he kidnapped. Lifting his had as he woke the male moved and made sure Kinjo was covered, he took the shirt with him and walked out of the room. As James did he set the shirt on a box before he grabbed the crate, dragging it down the hall and into an open room that was before the stairs. The box shook and wobbled slightly when he let go of the thing, running after backing up and turning James went back to the shirt and took it with him as he ran through each room; moving aside each large obstruction and making sure there was simple hiding places before vanishing into his control room. James sat in his chair and turned on the recorder, waiting for the moment when Kinjo woke up. The building was warm but still cold save for James's room where he had a space heater. Seeing the reaction to Kinjo having no shirt he turned on a far off speaker, changing his voice a bit before speaking, "Kinjo... Come play with us... Please... We need someone to play with us..." He said in a younger child voice. It softly echoed from where he crate was. Which now wasn't moving.