James watched the male well into morning. Quietly watching him in the console room at the bottom of the stairs in the control room. That was till Kinjo woke. He got up and went towards  the upstairs. Dressed in dark jeans, black long sleeve shirt and socks made of black duck tape. It was to keep him from stepping on things that would hurt him if he went barefoot. As he followed Kinjo he kept to the shadows, casting an illusion of a fire pit behind the door. Creeping closer he flicked his wrist and the door jerked open the wrong way when Kinjo tugged it, opening to show the heated pit of fire.  He was baiting Kinjo to run. If he did he could chase him down and have a play date with the male. By far to Kinjo he was probably a stranger who lived in that basement and not at all related to Jason. He was surprised the boy tried to get out the window too. Had he heard Jason yelling at him? Was that his motivation? Probably. Not like he cared. He had Kinjo now.