Nope. Not looking like he does.

James had a brief 'deer in the headlights' moment. He couldn't waltz back home as he was, his family wasn't the closest, but the would notice if their son was suddenly replaced by a daughter.

"N-no..." he finally answered meekly, feeling Charlie's arms tighten once more around him, as if to protect him from the world.

"Okay. I understand." The nurse had steel in her voice once more, but James sensed it wasn't directed at him, but at Don and anyone else that would hurt the dainty little redhead. "I... I know that this might be a bit much, w-we barely know each other, but... you could stay with me until you get back on your feet."

The last sentence had a lot less steel and a lot more nervousness, as if Charlie was afraid of James saying no. His heart fluttered a little; someone he only just met was asking him into their apartment, offering to let him stay. Just out of the goodness of their heart. Never before had anybody treated him so nicely; he had always been the weirdo, the pervert, the nuisance.

"I-if you would have me," he finally replied, throat feeling tight. He almost felt like crying again, but this time because he'd never expected such generosity. Charlie relaxed a little, and suddenly James felt her lips press against his forehead briefly, moving away almost immediately as Charlie realized what she was doing.

"Oh god, I'm sorry, I just... you're so cu--uhmm, I mean, you know..." Babbling, a beet-red Charlie scooted away from a faintly disappointed Jamie. The involuntary girl would have liked to stay in their embrace for a bit longer, but then again, almost being called cute was pretty nice too.

"I don't mind," James mumbled, his own face burning as he stared down at his soft, creamy thighs. "It f-felt... nice."

"Really? I'm so glad, I thought you'd... I mean..." Charlie sounded relieved. "Uh, listen, I'll get my car, do you want to wait here, or..."

"I'd rather not... be alone right now," James replied, afraid of being hit on, ogled, or any of the other untoward actions he could be subjected to from guys that were just like he used to be.

"O-okay, then... this way!" Charlie said a bit louder than necessary. It seemed she was still a bit nervous.

She stood up and turned towards the parking lot, but before she could take the first step, James had jumped up too and slipped his hand into hers. He was not yet ready to lose the feeling of her warmth. Charlie froze for a second before gripping James' hand tight and then began walking in the direction of her car, albeit a little stiffly. James followed her, heart racing. A girl had kissed him (okay, on the forehead, but still), now he was even holding hands with her... Maybe this whole situation did have a silver lining after all. Soon, they had reached Charlie's car, a banged up little two-seater; or rather, it had two seats, and a stupidly large trunk due to the missing back seats.

"I know it looks a bit weird..." The nurse seemed embarassed of her ride as she let go of James' hand to unlock her car. "I got it used, and the seller didn't have all four seats."

"It's alright, really!" James was not about to comment on Charlie's junker when she was helping him so much. "I don't even have a car, so..."

After they had gotten in, Charlie grabbed some sanitizing wipes from the glove department, brushing over James' naked knee on the way back, making him shiver as the nurses warmth lingered a bit where she had touched him. It felt rather nice, especially compared to the way Don had touched James. That had made his skin crawl. But this... He could get used to this. Although he probably shouldn't - after all, it very likely meant sacrificing his old life, his very manhood. But once he was back to his old self, James would do everything in his power to find someone like Charlie. This feeling of closeness, of someone being there for him was something James hadn't even realized he was missing, and he wasn't going to give it up.