[For a moment, Bond just looks at him - proud and fond and annoyed, because he couldn't possibly pick out the emotions and separate them. Cassel is all of those, he always will be.
Setting down his glass, James rests his hand on Cassel's shoulder wordlessly, letting the weight - he couldn't say, really. Convey his affection? He doesn't bother thinking too long on it. Instead, he squeezes briefly, then he propels himself forward, out the door. He has another life to accept.]
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Setting down his glass, James rests his hand on Cassel's shoulder wordlessly, letting the weight - he couldn't say, really. Convey his affection? He doesn't bother thinking too long on it. Instead, he squeezes briefly, then he propels himself forward, out the door. He has another life to accept.]