[She comes over to stand next to him, leaning on the railing with her usual seemingly effortless gracefulness. There's a little bit of distance between them, enough to make it clear that she's giving him room to breathe, but only because she's not sure if he wants her there, or if he just needs his space.
She'd meant what she'd said before, that he's still James, that he's still almost irritatingly attractive, that she still loves him, but it's still strange. He looks so worn down, and she wishes he could just talk to her, to let her in a little bit so that she can actually help, or do something, even though she knows he won't drop his guard.]
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She'd meant what she'd said before, that he's still James, that he's still almost irritatingly attractive, that she still loves him, but it's still strange. He looks so worn down, and she wishes he could just talk to her, to let her in a little bit so that she can actually help, or do something, even though she knows he won't drop his guard.]
Do you want to talk about it?