murkoffjanitor  asked:

"Uh... James? Silly question, but do you feel... Safe? The way you are?"

“Ayuh?” James straightened up from the pile of firewood he had been stacking off the skid when Alex said his name. He listened patiently, his smile friendly an open.

“Lawk I am…?” He was puzzled for a moment then understanding hit. “Oh! Shore, I figure.” He scratched his chin, contemplative.

“Y'c'n tell a lot ‘bout a person the way they smell…c'n hear 'em com'n usually. Feel purdy safe, why?”