"Well well...wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it."
James, ever silent, stood leaning against the doorway of Ryans room, his voice and expression were as emotionless and cold as ever, a cigarette dangled from his thin lips, trailing smoke upwards in a pillum.
"Couldn't have sent a postcard or something?"
He said without taking the cigarette from his lips, James had it down to a fine art by now, he could speak normally with a cigarette between his lips without it even moving.
"I hope you at least brought me back a pack of cigarettes or some beer."
If it were anyone else speaking, it would sound like they were scolding Ryan due to their tone of voice, but with James, this was the closest to a "Welcome back my friend!" it would ever get.
James eyes Ryans new garb up and down, his half closed, lazy eyes showed no sign of intrest, but then again, they never did.
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