[Steve blinked and sat back, tapping a finger on the table absently. He wasn't pitying James, he was empathetic, but that didn't mean the man saw it that way, or wanted it. That was fine. It was actually in character for what he'd seen so far; the type of man James seemed to be wouldn't allow anyone to see him as weak. He sighed and looked down at his glass, frowning.
What did you say? Apologizing again wouldn't help.]
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What did you say? Apologizing again wouldn't help.]
Can I buy you another drink James?