"R!" James says with a grin, and then hesitates in what he hopes isn't too visible of a thing. "Or - uh - should I -"

He's looking up at R. He's not unfamiliar with hangovers, or drinking, since Mervin's family unfortunately self medicated. Heavily.

James can guess he looks a little tired. He'd had a bit of a cough from the weather, and his new coat was probably a good reason why he wasn't sick yet. He got a job adding up the books for a local business, but it did mean he was running out between class and business hours to drop off ledgers.

"It's . . . not Grantaire, is it?" And great. He's being ridiculous.