"Do us both a favor and don't read into things," James spits, and his own face is suddenly very, very hot. He splashes some water at him in a gesture of irritation, his shoulders stiff and uncomfortable, before he starts heading to the shoreline with a frown. Passing him, but trying to keep a distance as he did. "I'm going back to the house." It's an embarrassed growl, but he suddenly doesn't want to be there anymore. Dumb. This is dumb. He wasn't sure why his stomach was in knots - he wasn't the one who went around flinging himself everywhere, he justifies to himself.