Arrival

[half_divine]

Her arrival, perhaps, was not as smooth as she would have liked. She'd been taken in the back of a dumpy blue truck from New York to here - where was 'here' again? The Opus Dei had gotten wind of her and she'd had to go out the back-exit of her hotel. Someone had been waiting, thank goodness, from the Priory. But it had still been terrifying

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[dontkeepkosher]

In his and Greg's hasty retreat from New York, James never said good bye to Sophie. At the time, he was too angry with her to want to see her as it stood -- he believed his anger was just because of how screwed up everything had become, though he knew, deep down, that they were screwed up because of him.

Still, he thought about Sophie often enough, and wondered how she was getting on. He kind of missed her -- she was, despite how things had turned out in the end, a good friend to James, the sort that didn't take any of James' bullshit, and James liked that. He appreciated it.

He was walking across the lobby idly with a newspaper in his hand, reading it as he walked, with the intention of heading back to his and Greg's room.

[half_divine]

She looked up from her bags with a confused, arched brow.

"...James?" It was rather soft within the din of the lobby, but she'd caught sight of him and it was either James or that little 'Neil' boy all grown up.

Personally, she was hoping for the former. She missed him as well - he'd really been one of her only friends in New York that she even remotely liked, despite the whole 'threatening-and-hitting' thing that had happened.

She supposed she probably drove him to it by telling Greg about his little affair. But really, right now she probably could use a doctor.

[dontkeepkosher]

"Hm?" James automatically responded, halting in his tracks at hearing his name and looking in the direction of the voice.

His eyes widened and he absently lowered the newspaper. He felt a rush of hot-cold run through his body in one sweep at the shock of seeing Sophie there.

"Sophie?" he replied, sounding beyond incredulous.

[half_divine]

She speaks in hurried French for about twenty seconds before she even realizes that she's doing it.

After that, she takes a breath and sighs very heavily. "You must think that I am stalking you."

Her brow furrows and she glares out the front doors. The Priory must have known he was here. The thought didn't really surprise her... they were very clever people, after all.

[dontkeepkosher]

After he'd returned the suitcase to his and Greg's room, leaving it just inside the doorway, James decided he'd go and look for Sophie.

He made his way down to the second floor and started scouting the hallways.

[half_divine]

She hadn't really gone too far - she'd wandered for a little before deciding walking was too much of an effort. Instead, she found a mostly-unoccupied corner of the hall and sat, knees tucked to her chest.

She'd been crying, but now it was only a scarce sniffle now and again.

[dontkeepkosher]

James rounded another corner of the hallway, about to give up and go and as reception if they knew where a one Sophie Neveu was staying.

But his eyes settled on Sophie huddled up and crying.

He watched her for a moment before he made his way across to her, crouching down beside her.

"Hey," he said, quietly, all his anger with Greg suddenly dissipated, focused solely on Sophie and the fact that she was crying.

[half_divine]

She knew she'd made them upset - really, she couldn't imagine why they'd dropped her off here if they knew that James and Greg were staying here.

Sophie wiped her cheeks with one hand. "Hi." Equally as soft, probably because she didn't want to talk much louder right now. She was awfully tired...but then again, this sort of emotional stress when she was only a month and a little pregnant couldn't be good.