[He says nothing for a moment and just studies James face. This isn't the James he met in the City; this is one who's never met him. He runs a hand through his hair, messing the mess up. It's an unconscious imitation of James, picked up from the two years he spent in the last place like this.
Part of him wants to just blurt out that he's James' son. But that isn't exactly something to blurt out while said parent-from-the-past is dying or whatever else from this lovely... thing.]
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[He says nothing for a moment and just studies James face. This isn't the James he met in the City; this is one who's never met him. He runs a hand through his hair, messing the mess up. It's an unconscious imitation of James, picked up from the two years he spent in the last place like this.
Part of him wants to just blurt out that he's James' son. But that isn't exactly something to blurt out while said parent-from-the-past is dying or whatever else from this lovely... thing.]
Is there... Is there anything I can do for you?