James is in the shower for a long time, but that doesn't surprise Davin. He's been through a lot, and he's sure that James is using the time to decompress just as much as he's using it to get the blood and grime off of his skin.

Davin takes the time to wash his own hands and arms in the kitchen sink and then change into a t-shirt and sweats before leaving some clothes out for James. He orders food and then straightens up a bit, moving nervously about the small apartment.

When James finally emerges, Davin is pleased to see how much better he looks. He chuckles softly at the gratitude and comes over to take James' hand. "Don't thank me too much. Those are your clothes."

He smiles at him sheepishly, cheeks turning pink. "I kinda stole them from ya. Good thing you're not a cop anymore, aye?"