[color=Lawngreen][h1][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/nYJBXcD.jpg[/img]
James Camron[/center][/h1][/color]

Nic's question and wandering hand weren't acknowledge immediately, as James kept on walking as if he hadn't heard him for a few steps before stopping. Slowly, the young man turned around, looking from side to side before focusing on the older man with a shocked look. He pointed to himself questioningly as he walked back to where the older man was, seeming somewhat wary of him and the girl who had also been drawn by his misfortunes.

[color=Lawngreen]"Uh, ye-yeah, I'm fine. Just had a bit too much to eat is all, ya know, before we took off. That and, well, I'm not good with vehicles for the most part. Just get worse after I eat. . . and especially when I have to hold the heat in."[/color] James let out a sigh, the area around him getting even warmer for a moment, causing the snow around him to slush and melt away, green grass pushing it's way up slowly but surely from the earth, invigorated by his presence. However, the heat suddenly died down as james suddenly took the breath back in, eyes widening slightly as he realized something. [color=lawngreen]"Oh, the heat isn't bothering you is it? I mean, it's cold so you might like it, but you're also wearing heavy winter clothes so it might be bothersome and I'd hate to be bothersome and. . . I'm s-sorry, I'm rambling. My names James, J-James Camron and it's, um, a pleasure to meet you. [sub][sub][sub][sub]That's what you're supposed to say, right?"[/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub][/color]

As James awaited the man's response, he couldn't help but not the tired look in his eyes, one that James knew well. [color=Lawngreen][i]Ugh, he look like he's in need of some sleep, or maybe just some rest. SHould I help him? I mean, it'll be a bit wierd to that now, but it might be seen as a good gesture, but then it also might-gah![/i][/color] James' thought process was halted by Raganavic bombarding his mind with feelings of irritation and frustration, along with an intense urge to reach out and take the man's hand, whether it was still outstretched or not. Unable to resist the urge, Nic would find his hand suddenly held in James', a soft warmth flooding into the appendage and up his arm, as well as emanating from James' body and out a bit of a ways away. Nic, and those nearby, would feel a invigorating pulse spread through them, shaking away any numbing cold  and leaving them all with a feeling of comfortability in the harsh tundra weather. James, meanwhile, was struck with some embarrassment as he quickly let of of Nic's, face reddening as he cursed Raganavic a thousand times over in his head. [color=Lawngreen]"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that, I just noticed you looked tired and thought I could help, but then I got nervous and my Aeon hates it when I get nervous so he kinda made me go through with it and I could help myself and uh, . . . I'm sorry."[/color] james looked down, face still somewhat glowing as he felt like he'd made an absolute fool of himself. [color=Lawngreen][i]Ugh, What am I doing? We're here on a mission, yet here I am goofing around. Gah, I'm so nervous about this, what am I going to do out there, what is even going to be out there?!?! *sigh* Why does my Aeon have to be so pushy . . . [/i][/color]