[Hes talking to himself as he looks for his things, unsurprised but disappointed not to find them.] Dammit. I liked that jacket.

That Lee person, I don't trust them. They have that... weirdness that Cutter used to have. All smug and shit- this universe probably still has Decima, Jesus Christ. At least no one but Laskin, Hera, and that weirdo knows I'm here, so I'll just find a hotel for now? Yeah.

Hey wait. If Lee can read this, does that mean I can contact anyone through this? Um.. @AlexanderHilbe6 ? Do- did that work?

Oh fuck, oh fuck, theres more of me? More of- of what kind of me? Am I- God, what if theres one who- I would- I would- fuck, FUCK. I need to get out of here. I need to go. [He doesn't waste any more time, heading for the nearest exit like a rat fleeing a sinking ship.]

[James walks to the nearest hotel he finds through a quick search, every step like wading through half-set concrete, and pays for a room in cash. It takes all of twenty minutes to finish the transaction, but then he finally finds himself facedown in a decent bed, shoes still on.]

People are asking about kins but if I tell them mine they'll know I'm gay ):

Is anyone going to the Hephestus any time soon? Like, the one in space? If so can I hitch a ride I'm tired of depression sleeping all day

Oh no hes hot ):

OH FUCK I FORGOT ABOUT VALENTINES DAY @AlexanderHilbe6 happy valentines day!

[Although he would likely struggle to verbalize it, James was aware that he was probably unwelcome in his attempts to befriend Laskin. But he was desperate for a friend- and Laskin had been kind. Had understood his pain from being uprooted. Like a duckling, James had imprinted.]

[For anyone reading, James' syntax on a written platform is decidedly... odd. But, behind each message, is a half-blind man dictating his direct stream of thought to a rather put upon cellular voice-to-text app. Typing is impossible for him. Hes doing his best.]

[At 2:58 p.m. James is outside Goddard, trying to look like he *isn't* on the verge of a panic attack because its been... some time, since he went out with anyone. Not that he wanted to presume this was a date? Was it a date? Oh god.]

Isn't hitting your spouse... domestic violence? Or is that not a thing in this universe, I'm confused