{ scene } remember when we were gambling to win
After leaving Stigmata - a couple of drinks and a slight headache later - James can feel the conversation he hasn't had with Pela looming on the near horizon. The house is quiet (except for the cat, who winds around James's like ankles like it knows he's not in the mood to deal with somebody's fucking cat) when they get back, and he weighs the odds of getting out of explaining what the hell just happened with M in the bar.
He doesn't like them, and he doesn't like that, even as he knows they're going to discuss it.
"I think she liked you," he remarks, as if he's not convinced this is a good thing.