[There she is, is all he can think, as she appears before him. She's pretty, he has to admit, albeit dressed a bit like they were going out to lunch for the day. He certainly hopes that wasn't what she was expecting of him; James himself is dressed nicely, but quite casual for him. A neutral-colored long-sleeved shirt, a v-neck cut with half sleeves. His slacks are nice, but nothing flashy, the same as his shoes. His watch looks expensive, though, silver and Swiss. It glints in the sunlight as he puts a hand in his pocket, raising a brow at the wave.
He grins, though it's air-thin and lacking in any real warmth. Simon bounds up to him and his smile widens just a little, but he tells him to hush and sit still, and the hound obeys diligently, sitting at his feet, tail wagging.
James brings his gaze back up to Devon. Runs a tongue across his teeth as he decides what to say, nearing.]
The new fiance, switched out with the previous, like an old piece of furniture. This must be strange for you.
[Yes, that's his hello. Isn't he a gent. Words that would do little to ease her anxiety, which he can still feel throbbing beneath the surface.]
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He grins, though it's air-thin and lacking in any real warmth. Simon bounds up to him and his smile widens just a little, but he tells him to hush and sit still, and the hound obeys diligently, sitting at his feet, tail wagging.
James brings his gaze back up to Devon. Runs a tongue across his teeth as he decides what to say, nearing.]
The new fiance, switched out with the previous, like an old piece of furniture. This must be strange for you.
[Yes, that's his hello. Isn't he a gent. Words that would do little to ease her anxiety, which he can still feel throbbing beneath the surface.]