More silence reigned, as James struggled to put his feelings into words. Hell, he struggled just to say anything about it at all. His instinct was to pull in on himself, shrug it off, refuse to talk about it. Emotional sharing would never be his thing.
Wasn't Len's, either, but neither of them was stupid. James knew this was the sort of thing that could fester, badly, if he let it.
"He'd... fit better with you. Than I do. Personality wise, I mean." While his younger self would certainly have turned up his nose at the idea of being a thief, his relaxed and easy-going personality would have been a great match for Len's flamboyance and theatrics.
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Date: 2016-07-31 03:19 am (UTC)Wasn't Len's, either, but neither of them was stupid. James knew this was the sort of thing that could fester, badly, if he let it.
"He'd... fit better with you. Than I do. Personality wise, I mean." While his younger self would certainly have turned up his nose at the idea of being a thief, his relaxed and easy-going personality would have been a great match for Len's flamboyance and theatrics.