James
Wednesday evening found Paul uncharacteristically restless after surgery hours finished. The sun was setting, but the evening remained relatively light, and he went in search of James, pausing in the library doorway at the sound of a violin, not wishing to interrupt necessary practise time. Instead, he leaned against the doorframe, watching the graceful movements of his Beloved's body following the phrasing of the music and the skill of James' fingers moving over the neck of the instrument