James POV
We sat on the couch watching a comedy. Atlas wasn't really a horror movie man. The only thing he'll watch is zombie apocalypse movies and that's it. I teased him about it. We laughed multiple times at the way he acted like a baby. Begging for me to turn on something else. I hated seeing him sad so I thought I'd rather just turn on a comedy. I moved over a little to get closer to Atlas. And like any guy does I put my arm around the couch. Making me feel his warmth. We laughed at the jokes and scenes that played on the tv. But while it was ending I stared at the boy next to me. Every feature made me happy. Being stressed was something I went through a lot. For me to actually rest and sit here with someone I barely knew but made me comfortable was the best.
"Can you play for me."
He jumped slightly. I giggled lowly.
"Sure I mean I'm not to good."
I looked at him surprised. Was he smoking something.
"You play amazing. I hear you every night. It's the best thing to fall asleep to."
He smiled wide. Feeling proud of himself. It seems like he doesn't get compliments often.
