“You don’t need to have some war with the ground, dork,” he teases, laughing under his breath. His arms wrapping better around Liam to tug him down and closer. A hand creeping up enough to gently card through the dullahan’s hair while they relax.

James hums contently as Liam relaxes against him, nosing his temple. He closes his eyes but he’s not going to pass out at the drop of a hat. “You spoil me so much,” he jokes.