Insert witty title [ M O O N ]

Rolling his eyes, James leaned back In the uncomfortable chair, folding his arms across his bare chest. The sweater he had lent Tori was in a pile in the corner of the room yet considering it was covered in blood, he thought he'd pass and stay cold.

Smirking half-heartedly, James propped both of his feet on the bed, resting casually on Tori's legs. He wasnt in the mood for joking, but he did It anyway. He knew that it would help they to move on, and get over this pain once more.

"Babe, if I can handle looking at your face for a week, you can put up with listening to my beautifully British voice." He laughed, trying to sound as if he meant what he said,but he didn't really. He loved looking at Tori, and just to be In her presence really. She meant the world to him, even if he was too stubborn to realise and that he doubted she did feel the same.