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[longaevus]

Who: Helen Magnus & James Watson
What: Helen wanted time. It's been four days.
When: Saturday November 5, early afternoon
Where: Initially James' room
Rating: An odd British swear?

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[jamesholmes]

James had given her time, he was a patient man after all. But in matters concerning Helen he had also learned that sometimes, confrontation was needed, if she hadn't come to him he would have gone to her before the week was done. Sometimes she needed a good hard knock on the head, metaphorically of course, to talk, and he was more then willing to provide it for her.

His ay was utterly dull however, he had no plans, and so had settled down in a chair with a book, a plate holding a pastrami sandwich nearby. That was his afternoon, even when he had gotten the note from Helen, he had merely waited with his sandwich, what she wanted he would ask her when she arrived. So when the knock came he put the book down and went over, running a hand over his scruffy cheek, having decided to grow his beard out for the holiday, and opened the door, giving her a smile. "Helen, do come in yes?" And he stepped out of the door, waiting.

[longaevus]

Helen returned him smile, stepping through into his room. Somehow it seemed a little different from when she'd been living there - less so in the décor but more in the actual feel of the room, but ever so familiar still.

"I'm not disturbing you, am I?" She may have planned this, asked if he was free and have been ready to talk but there was that ever present apprehension when it came to discussing bigger issues. Yes, she still may need that metaphorical knock on the head.

[jamesholmes]

James couldn't answer that, maybe because it had started to feel a little like home to him, his room. But as she stepped in he shut the door, that smile still on his face.

"Hardly so, only luring me away from my pastrami sandwich," he was hardly afraid to admit that and he waved her towards a chair. He knew how she was though, so he would take it in stride. "But you would not have come for no reason Helen."

[longaevus]

"You're right." Of course. For much, to him, she was an open book, as came with knowing someone for so long. She took a chair, the one that she'd favoured a little during her stay there, and waited for him to join her before speaking.

"I came as I promised." Helen Magnus kept her promises.