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“I hadn’t thought of it that way before,” James murmurs, and sets the letter down gently, pleased that his hand doesn’t tremble. It’s been a long night, and he’s exhausted, but the letter had demanded to be read.
Well, the man in front of him had demanded he read it, but in any case.
He’s not one to run away from things, and so he leans forward, ignoring the other man’s flinch – expecting a punch no doubt, though he’s hardly the fighty one in all of this – and brushes a light kiss against his temple.
“We’ll try, Rich,” he promises.