Hating to see this moment end like this, James jumped up. "Wait, Ethan... well... I don't want to speak for you, but what if..."<br/><br/>Mind scrambling, all sorts of resolutions which made no sense flashed until one seemed like maybe a good idea. She won't go for it, he thought, but it's worth suggesting. "What if we, Ethan and I, came to your place for a while?" Looking towards Ethan, hoping for nod or a smile or some sort of 'yes', James sat back, taking Anna's hand.<br/><br/>"Anna", shaking his head, "I know, we know... this is all weird and sudden. But you have to recover. Would you prefer to have everything as an ordeal? Getting a drink of water, excruciating pain? Or knowing a friend was in the next room, ready to jump up?" Head moving back and forth, looking for agreement from both or at least one side, James wondered if he was crazy. What's with these two? Maybe something was going on he wasn't aware of. Had these two... did they... have history?<br/><br/>Sighing, he realized he needed one of those cig's he had sworn off just minutes before. Standing, he walked towards Ethan. "I need a smoke. Come out with me?"