As soon Keiran had left James pulled out his phone to shoot a text off to Nate. Hopefully the pup wouldn't give him too much sass about the little request. He took another long pull from the tequila bottle before moving it and his guest's shot glass to the coffee table in front of the sofa. Just in case Keiran wanted more to drink too. It wasn't a big deal or anything. James was just trying to be a good and polite host. Yep. He sighed and shook his head, popped off another text to Nate as he tried to just get his head back on straight. Clearly he'd been working a bit too much and not socializing enough if just one pretty new face was going to have him addle-headed by showing up at his front step.
Ah well, it was probably going to be fine. He was just going to find something to watch until he was ready for bed, make sure Keiran was nice and settled and comfy enough, sleep, then drive on back to town in the morning. Easy. Besides, with how skittish that man had been when he first arrive there was definitely not a chance anything would be happening. Still though, James decided he should probably try and get out sometime, go to one of them fancy night clubs in the city and just get some people watching in. That usually reminded him how great the single life was anyway.
By the time he heard the shower cut off, James had settled on watching some show about sharks as he slouched on the couch, legs splayed comfortably, and tequila bottle perched on the edge of the coffee table in easy reach. He heard Keiran stepping out and turned, freezing to stare at the man wearing nothing but a towel and a smile. For a moment James just couldn't help but stare at the man's lean athletic physique before blinking and finally registering that he'd been asked a question. "Wha... oh. Right, right. Can't put you back in them clothes. Uh, laundry's through that side door yonder, and... sure I got some things you can wear."
James pushed himself off the couch and shuffled off to his room, wishing for a moment that he'd straightened it a bit more and made sure his dirty clothes had actually landed in the hamper instead of in its vicinity. The first baggy worn flannel he kept for sleeping that he found was grabbed and tossed over, followed by a pair of similarly worn pants that had a cartoon dog with horns patterned all over it. The elastic in the band had given up the ghost long ago, but it still had the string to keep them tied on and usually that was enough for him. "Might be a bit threadbare in spots, but they're comfy. Sorry I don't have anything nicer'n those. I should probably go shopping every now and then. You... uh... you go on and get dressed, you know where to find me."
With that he headed back to the living room, eager to try and not make things any more awkward than he probably already was. With a huff of frustration he plopped back on the couch, crossing his left leg over the other as he tried to just focus on sharks and not the near naked man running around his house.
Ah well, it was probably going to be fine. He was just going to find something to watch until he was ready for bed, make sure Keiran was nice and settled and comfy enough, sleep, then drive on back to town in the morning. Easy. Besides, with how skittish that man had been when he first arrive there was definitely not a chance anything would be happening. Still though, James decided he should probably try and get out sometime, go to one of them fancy night clubs in the city and just get some people watching in. That usually reminded him how great the single life was anyway.
By the time he heard the shower cut off, James had settled on watching some show about sharks as he slouched on the couch, legs splayed comfortably, and tequila bottle perched on the edge of the coffee table in easy reach. He heard Keiran stepping out and turned, freezing to stare at the man wearing nothing but a towel and a smile. For a moment James just couldn't help but stare at the man's lean athletic physique before blinking and finally registering that he'd been asked a question. "Wha... oh. Right, right. Can't put you back in them clothes. Uh, laundry's through that side door yonder, and... sure I got some things you can wear."
James pushed himself off the couch and shuffled off to his room, wishing for a moment that he'd straightened it a bit more and made sure his dirty clothes had actually landed in the hamper instead of in its vicinity. The first baggy worn flannel he kept for sleeping that he found was grabbed and tossed over, followed by a pair of similarly worn pants that had a cartoon dog with horns patterned all over it. The elastic in the band had given up the ghost long ago, but it still had the string to keep them tied on and usually that was enough for him. "Might be a bit threadbare in spots, but they're comfy. Sorry I don't have anything nicer'n those. I should probably go shopping every now and then. You... uh... you go on and get dressed, you know where to find me."
With that he headed back to the living room, eager to try and not make things any more awkward than he probably already was. With a huff of frustration he plopped back on the couch, crossing his left leg over the other as he tried to just focus on sharks and not the near naked man running around his house.
