<em>Ethan had just put the flowers and water into a vase and was heading back to the room when James came out.</em><br/><br/>"Don't worry bro.  I was having dinner with the family and...I dunno, the idea just hit me.  Guess that's what happens when you have a little sister, and a mom who pounds those things into your brain all your life."<br/><br/><em>Sometimes Ethan hated being so sensitive to things, wanting to be more 'devil-may-care' like James.  Girls always said they wanted relationships with sensitive guys, but rarely really did.  Anna was a good example of that.  Ethan didn't doubt if push came to shove that she would want James over him.  <br/><br/>But he didn't let those things get him down.  As they still stood, they were all the closest of friends, and Ethan wasn't going to do anything to jeopardize that.</em><br/><br/>"What say we get back in there with these, and see if she's more with it.  I can't tell you how scared I was when I first saw her...really...glad you're here too."<br/><br/><em>He tossed a friendly arm around his friend's shoulders and gave him a brotherly squeeze, before going through the door.</em><br/><br/>"Here you go love, anywhere in particular?"<br/><br/><em>As he often did, Ethan tossed out his words covered in an English accent.  He was a wiz at dialects and often used them to hide behind when things were getting to him.</em>