[ James smiled faintly, nodding. Jokes seemed to fall a little flat when the air felt so stiff around them. He'd shared so much with Steve, too much even, but now it was so difficult for things to be comfortable. He knew but didn't want to think about why. ]

You know I like books, and journals. And I like music. I found old record players, some small portable ones. Little trinkets and games. Things... uh, like that.

[ He shrugged like it was no big deal, fidgeting with his glass before taking a long sip. Finally he could wait no longer. ]

Thought you had something for me?