As angry as he is, James is still happy to find that the person that has come to find him is Davin, not another unwelcome encounter with his father or an awkward one with one of the Coombs women. Instead, it's just Davin the only person here that doesn't belong, much like his father was so kind to point out, because he isn't part of this crazy messed up rivalry. James likes it that way too.

Davin's hand against his back is comforting, and most of his anger eases away with a sigh. He turns against the railing to face Davin and offers him a smile. "Just taking a breather---" He lies mostly because why tell Davin every mean thing his father had to say about him? He doesn't care anyway.

"I'm sorry this is such a weird night," he says, looking away for a quick moment, a little embarrassed that he didn't take Davin out somewhere better than this. There aren't any prying eyes out here, and he feels comfortable enough to place a hand on Davin's cheek. "You won't hold it against me too much I hope?"