[His eyes shift away, staring at the far wall. His hand, however, remains on Cassel's head. James doesn't speak, not at first. Flaws are not easy to love. Flaws are easy to hate. He has hated many flaws, in many people. His has hated and ignored his own by turn.
Downing the gin, he lets it burn all the way down. It's been years since it made his spine tingle on the way.]
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Downing the gin, he lets it burn all the way down. It's been years since it made his spine tingle on the way.]
I want you to be better.