Jason was worried, beyond worried and couldn't get over the fact Kinjo would be found. Many cops had given up on it but Jason was adamant, he wanted proof. The reason he never spoke of Kinjo near James was he hated how the man would not care, act like Kinjo was permanently missing. He didnt want James to yell at him... He missed Soria and the foster family, he was actually scared to go back. He hadn't spoken to them in a long time it seemed, he had been in so much pain when Kinjo had been taken he didn't tell anyone but Faeger. All he wanted was to bring Kinjo home...<br/><br/>James laughed and shook his head, "Does it seem like I care that I'm big? I even heard Jason is not as thick but is long, probably not as good feeling." He said remembering the story a girl told him after taking Jason's virginity and hers. He moaned and shook his head, "Does he now? Then why.... Won't he mention you? Why won't he cry that you are gone?" However he growled. His hands stopped and moved up Kinjo's sides, raking down them without drawing marks or blood, "Who else does he live with?!" For all James knewâ€” Jason lived on the beach most days. He then began to move Kinjo again with a laugh, "HA! You will - and when you do, it will be the worst experience other than meeting me. All you humans do it to others!!" He looked down. His legs were being coated in splats of blood. Sticky warm, sweet smelling blood. He liked it almost as much as the screams.