He sat his own glass down--a little unsteadily, and turned so that he could guide James into the correct spot.

"If you could turn around--a little m--yeah, that's fine. Good 'nuff." His chair creaked loudly as he rocked forward. Feet flat on the floor, he leaned down and tilted his head, fighting off a sleepy blink. This guy was being pretty open about things. Usually he was skittish and just nodded like one of those bobbleheads on the dash of his car. But whatever. It would be good for him.

He clapped both hands down on either side of James's neck and gave a squeeze. "Jeysus, you are tense." Havoc drove the heels of his thumbs hard into James's shoulders in a circular motion and had to really concentrate to keep his claws out of sight. "If this hurts it's because it's working."