[She flinched, and something incredibly, painfully sad crossed his face for a moment. Pulling his hand back, James hesitated for a long moment before he leaned in and kissed her collarbone, gently, apologetically.]
I'm sorry. Vesper-- [But instead of saying more, he shifts up to kiss her neck, then just resting there on her shoulder. She smells just the same as he remembers.]
[Spam]
I'm sorry. Vesper-- [But instead of saying more, he shifts up to kiss her neck, then just resting there on her shoulder. She smells just the same as he remembers.]