Angela began going through his clothes, she remembered it was only this afternoon she arranged everything tidily in his closet but all of it now was a mess. Typical James, she thought. These kids can't let the house stay nice and clean for more than an hour, something always had to give at the end.<br/><br/>She prodded at the hem of his shirt forcing James to raise his arms so she can pull the shirt up. Humming to herself, she shakes her head as she witness that not only had the boy drenched his shirt but his entire upper bod was wet. She sits him down in the chair and goes off to fetch a towel, happy with her choice she comes back and sits next to him, softly scrubbing his chest and smiling at him.<br/><br/><em>"Ah, Angie... I have, uh..." he stuttered, carefully removing his shirt as he spoke. "I have, um, something to tell you..."</em><br/><br/>"Mmmm-hmmm?" She raises her eyebrows, barely registering it any importance. The only important task was to make sure she gets him all nice and dry so he won't catch a cold.<br/><br/><em>"I have, um, something to tell you... after dinner, so, uh, let's make this - um - quick, can we?"</em><br/><br/>She holds his ears and looks straight in his eyes, her face a few mere inches away from him. The boy was clearly distressed she could tell, this meant Angela was right in her premonitions earlier when she imagined he was acting funny and wanted to speak to her. She smiles trying to set him at ease. "Anytime, James. Anything at all." Her eyes still on his, she presses the towel against his abs, applying pressue down on his crotch, then grinning she leaves the towel there. "Change quickly in a new pair of pants, please?"<br/><br/>She heads back to the dinner table, settling down next to Sara, smiling at her. "You alright, hon?"