Touches he could feel and not see. Gentle though they were, from hands he trusted, his body couldn’t help but twist and writhe. His arms tugged sharply at the restraints, his breath coming in sharper gasps. It was all right, it was all right, it was all right -

“James...” the name trembled on his lips, arms tugging at the restraints again, his heart lightning fast in his chest. “James, please...”

It was not all right.