“Oi, fuck you!” Harry retorted, lips curling up into an amused smile. “I’m not a pussy. I’m extremely manly and butch” He nodded before leaning back in his seat Harry raised an eyebrow as he felt James’s foot nudge off his own before returning his attention to what the other was saying. “Yeah I get it. Still though, I appreciate the fact that you didn’t storm out” He chuckled, leaning against the table and tapping his fingers on his cup thoughtfully. “So if you don’t have an apartment yet where are you staying?”
“Hmmm, yeees.. and that’s what I like about you.” James’ smirk seemed to grow even further as he leaned back, sipping his coffee. His foot did not do anything else, just staying right beside Harry’s.
“Hotels. The usual fare.” He shrugged, simply dismissing the fact that he never really had held a flat before.
“You’re always so cruel to me” Harry laughed, lifting the cup to his lips to take another sip. “You’re just living in hotels? Sounds expensive… And kinda lonely” He nodded, putting his cup down and looking back over at James. “I’d offer to let you stay at mine but I don’t have a spare bedroom and the couch really isn’t that comfortable to sleep on”