Davin smiles softly when James kisses his hand and then presses in close to him, comforted by the now-familiar warmth of him, and the subtle scent of his cologne. He feels safe while he's encircled in James' strong arms, and he lets out a breath as he rests his head against James' shoulder.

At his question, Davin tenses slightly and frowns, curling his fingers in James' shirt without looking up at him. He doesn't really know how to answer. His physical wounds have healed, but the ones inside haven't. The marks left on his mind feel a little like they're festering sometimes, no matter how much Davin tries to push past it.

"I don't know," Davin says quietly, shrugging the shoulder not pressed up against James. "I'm trying to make it okay."