[ Whatever, he's not even bothered. Just settling into a comfortable sleepy ramble. ]
Pffff. You and your high standards. Guy jumping in front of a million bullets like an idiot isn't enough, now he's gotta try not to point out your bony freakin' legs, too.
[ He cracks one blue eye open, looking up at Piper. ]
Hah. Actually? I'll let you in on a special one-time-only secret, since you're being so darn nice and all: the whole thing scares the hell out of me.
[ Too honest. Shuts it again. Change the subject, pretend that was easy too. ]
But yeah. I'm happy.
[ And hey, between that and the last admission and the fact that he's basically just manipulated his only actual friend into not-snuggling with him, this might be the most emotionally open he's been since... he can't remember when? Well, okay, that's sad, but. Baby steps. ]
Well, I mean...I guess I don't have a lot to complain about, here. [He smirks a little.] Besides dumb kids and you being a pain in the ass all the time.
[Of course worrying about things back home happens. But.]
[ So, wait, should he be glad that Piper's happy here, even if it means that things must've been pretty shitty back home? Or should he feel bad that this is the better alternative? Man, he is a genuinely terrible person no matter what, huh? And why does he have to overanalyze every single goddamn thing? ]
Well, hey, I'm happier than I'd be if you were in Keystone, too. Guess we have that in common.
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[ He'd offer to polish his flute, but, well. ]
I won't make fun of your totally cool and not even a little bit dorky facial hair choices for at least a week.
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Why don't you just get more actual pillows?
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[Note the sarcasm.]
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Pffff. You and your high standards. Guy jumping in front of a million bullets like an idiot isn't enough, now he's gotta try not to point out your bony freakin' legs, too.
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I don't know how you can joke about that so easily. [SIGH.] Fine, I'll stay here. Happy?
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Hah. Actually? I'll let you in on a special one-time-only secret, since you're being so darn nice and all: the whole thing scares the hell out of me.
[ Too honest. Shuts it again. Change the subject, pretend that was easy too. ]
But yeah. I'm happy.
[ And hey, between that and the last admission and the fact that he's basically just manipulated his only actual friend into not-snuggling with him, this might be the most emotionally open he's been since... he can't remember when? Well, okay, that's sad, but. Baby steps. ]
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[Just keep masking it without humor James, that's the healthy way to go.]
We'll see if I can get any sleep like this.
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[ It's funny because feelings are terrible. For a second it seems like he might actually shut up, but then: ]
... Are you? Happy, I mean. These days, or now, or just in general, or... whatever.
[ Very cool and nonchalant. Well done. ]
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[Ouch.]
That's an odd question coming from you, of all people.
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What's that supposed to mean?
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[Pause. He's actually not sure how to answer that?]
I guess I'm...happy enough?
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[ He waves a hand. ]
So what's "happy enough"?
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[Of course worrying about things back home happens. But.]
I'm happier than I'd be in Keystone.
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Well, hey, I'm happier than I'd be if you were in Keystone, too. Guess we have that in common.
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[You know, pretty much the biggest thing, but you give James an inch and he runs a mile.]
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Awwwwwwww, you really do like me.
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