There was absolutely no resistance when she shoved his shoulder, other than his body weight. If Heather wanted to straight up hit him, he'd of allowed it. Though it seemed that he was fortunate enough she wasn't going to do that. Anything she said, he had just nodded and agreed with, it was all he felt he could do.

James waited a few moments before following her silently, sulking as he did so. Once back with Harry, the furret and Heather, he made his way to that patch of grass he scoped out before and took a seat. He was trying his hardest not to look upset, but James was as good at hiding his emotions as he was at being assertive. Which, for those who didn't know James, he was the least assertive person ever. He might as well staple a doormat to his back, or at least get "Welcome" tattooed across his chest.