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The sun shone brightly through the windows as James made his way back into the guest room at Miles' house. It wasn't too early, the sun had been up for a few hours now, but somehow he had managed to wake before Juliet had, and he had taken the opportunity to make her breakfast.
He shuffled into the room quietly, gently closing the door behind him, and set the tray of food down on the bedside table next to her. He went around to the other side of the bed, ignoring the bunnies who were snuffling quietly in the corner in their temporary metal cage. He slipped into bed, scooting close to Juliet, but making sure not to disturb her. He lifts his hand, running his fingers gently across the curve of her face.
He could have lost her last night. Again. So many times this island had tried to take her from him. It had only succeeded once, but thanks to those flashes, that memory, those feelings, were on his mind again. The last flash had brought a sense of finality with it, a sense of comfort and ease had followed the last thing he remembered, just before he woke up. A calm. That he didn't need to worry anymore, because she was here, and she wasn't going anywhere. After last night though, the calm had been replaced with worry. He just didn't trust this place.
He sighes softly, stretching out next to Juliet, enjoying the warmth of her body next to his. With hishead propped up on one hand, he watches her, waiting patiently for her to wake.
