James' window is open and the curtains (still those floral ones from Turkey from his cousin) are flapping in the breeze.

The place smells like fresh coffee right now, mostly because he's got a fresh bag of it in the kitchen. He's flipping through the paper and leaning on the kitchen counter. "Hey," he flashes a grin. R doesn't look - great. Using the Mervin standard, he'd guess - "I did turn the water heater on when I got in. Wasn't sure you'd want to grab a shower, but -"

Is that blood?