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✮ (russki) wrote in timerift_log,

The way that Kate was handling herself, the situation and her pizza was really very endearing, not being able to stop the small grin as James watched her scold her key. "I dunno if I'd say idiot, seems a little harsh," turning the grin down as to admonish the idea of her looking any kind of foolish. "In a hurry, yeah maybe, but not the other thing," shrugging lightly, he followed her in for a moment, sort of lingering and stepping back toward the front door, ready to leave again as soon as he saw that she'd gotten where she needed to be safely. But barely turned to leave again, he sighed, his shoulders slumping a little before he'd knelt there, pulling up his pant leg to show that there was a holster with a very big hilt to a knife strapped there inside his boot - but more importantly, he'd pulled a black carabiner from it's handle. James turned back to regard Kate with the little thing, holding his hand out with it as a kind of peace offering - you don't tell on me, I won't.. well he wasn't about to tell on anyone, but still.

"I am coming back and leaving again for a long night on the pier," after she'd taken it, or didn't, both of his hands stuffed inside his jacket pockets. This was not the time to go into the finer points of his insomnia.

And when he turned the second time to leave, happy that Kate was safe and dry indoors, he smelled the pizza - now this wasn't going to be nearly as good as the stuff that was in that little bodega down on the corner near where his apartment was - but. But. James turned around again, taking a few measured, careful steps back up to her with a curious look on his face, "where'd you get that," his eyes cast down to the pizza box and then back up to her face.