[Calming breaths are an excellent idea, though not something that really seems to help lessen the intensity of that prickling on his skin. Keith swallows back a hard lump at the question, surprised that James, even now, is inquiring after his welfare and--]

Are you kidding me? You're the one -- [A sharp intake a breatth, fingers digging in harder into his legs.] You're the one who got scared by running into me! You're the one who -- I should be asking you that question, idiot.

[Never mind the fact that he feels like if he lets his legs go, that his whole body might break apart.]

I-- just stop. Okay? You can be as mad as you want.