Email to R:

[jamesmcginty]

To: AGrandError [@] ParisU

Be safe.

My house is always open to you. Someone kicked in Damian's door and he's a wreck. I would really like to have you here, no matter how late, so I know you're okay.

Love,
J

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[jamesmcginty]

James exhales in a huff as he wrestles most of the weight off his shoulders. "The bed fits two. If -" He looks over at R's face. "I'm not sure what you're okay with. But I'm offering because I'm okay with that. And erm - waking up to morning breath or a knife hilt in the morning joke."

He's looking a bit shy and awkward there, with that grin. "And the photos. I don't have a ton. They're - we weren't rich, you know? But - well - you might like it."

[grand_error]

"I'd like that a lot." R laughs at the last bit there. "It's probably more than ONE knife hilt, at the end of things." He admits, smiling. "Sounds like it would be good for me. Whatever you'd like is...there are things that don't have to be rushed or gotten to. I mean, that right there is fantastic."

And he nods at the mention of photos. "Sounds like I would."

[jamesmcginty]

"Do you know how -" James gestures. He doesn't have words for it. "Empowering's the wrong word. How something it is to hear that? I could like - I don't know, trying to get you to eat something and mopping the house at a stupidly late hour."

He pauses to unbutton his braces and tug off his undershirt. Probably might make it feel better if he's wearing about as much as R is. "You okay with me saying that I think you're handsome? And I'm curious about the tattoos?" And the scars under them. "Want help out of your boots?"