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[jamesmcginty]

From JMcginty [@] Freenet :

I'm not sure why, but I ended up picking up some watercolor paper. Maybe it's the weather? There's a nice view down the street and the trees are just leafing out.

There's a place near me that does pretty nice little collections of things to nibble on or some butter, ham, and bread, and you could join me?

Work's been fine, but ... it can wait, I guess, till you're there. If you can come?

James

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[grand_error]

"Think I did too." Grantaire muses, thinking about it. There was the thing with Enjolras, which he realized soon enough wasn't going to happen pretty much immediately after Bellec had confirmed he wasn't crazy when he noticed stuff on the jail walls, and while that had been obsessive in a lot of ways...it's not the same. He does know that.

"Careerwise it's...I've gotten to a point it's stable now. I don't think anyone's going to be in danger with me around now. So that's something, huh? It might be safe."

[jamesmcginty]

"Even if it was dangerous, it's -" James sighs. "I know you're doing things. And it's secret and your group and you walked into it with open eyes."

He's snagging some towels for R. "But there's safe in your job, and safe as in you're . . . happy. Happy enough. I don't expect either of us would be dancing a jig." He pauses. "I'd be worried if we were, to be honest. But - I want a safe thing for you. Not just that your job makes things safer or you're shielding folks from - I don't know - reptiles in the catacombs or something."

He's trying to pick the most unlikely thing he can think of.