"You're beautiful," he whispered in her ear, "and not just genetically." He put a hand on top of her hand.

Yue slowly looked up at James like that was what she had been waiting to hear.

James blinked and cupped her chin with his free hand, "Anyone can be genetically beautiful, you're really something special when you let yourself be you," he smiled, "The sparky, snarky, firework Ming Yue. That's who I've fallen for."

For a second it looked like she might start crying again, but she stopped herself.

"Ah, stop that," James complained as he tugged on one of her ears.

Yue swatted James' hand away, irritated. Then she flicked his nose in retaliation.

James chuckled a little before tickling her side a bit.

"Stop it," Yue told James, knocking his hand away without laughing.

"Fine, fine," James relented, removing his hand and sitting back with a yawn. "But c'mon, let's get you dried off," he stated, tossing the towel back on her head.

Yue took the towel and started drying off her own hair.

James sneezed, grabbing a towel for himself as he started to strip.

When Yue started figuring that out, she got up to leave.

James followed her out with another yawn.

"Stay in there," Yue instructed as she started to close the bathroom door behind her.

James blinked at the closed door before sighing and finishing drying himself off.

Yue didn't ever come to fetch him out.