James

*the door slams open* where is my pretty, beautiful, gorgeous, lovely, kind, angelic, Devine best friend?! *opens the door to your room and holds your favorite snacks and a plushy in hand* oh my god you’re okay. *hysterically leans against a wall for support* ill search for that bastard later, okay? First the priority: you. How are you feeling? *sits down now ready to comfort you*