[James nods. It's not softeness for Cassel that makes him reach out and settle a hand on his shoulder, squeezing tight, maybe too tight. It's rough affection, easier to allow himself to show. He's drunk: just very good at hiding it.]
Good, [he says gruffly.] You're a good shot. You going to remember how to strip it?
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Good, [he says gruffly.] You're a good shot. You going to remember how to strip it?