"I'm not worried. Are you?" Eyebrow raise. A little bit of payback-

"Paperwork /you/ wouldn't be dealing with."

"And the most humble, right?" He rolled his eyes. "I'll be fine, Bond."

"....I really will be fine. I already took some precautions." He could tell, even if James tried to act coy.

The headaches that has caused him in the past- "I will. Same for you, okay?"

"Bond, you know I am one of /few/ people who can see through your act."

"Then you're not putting in an effort. You're worried."

"...And that's fine. I know what it is like to put on a certain mask in front of others, but here it's too obvious for it to work for you."

"Right. Suit yourself." Small eyeroll. This is what he gets for attempting to act civil, once-

Maybe. No reason to look into it right now. "I'll get back to work now."

"I will."

Very confused by the number of scantily glad women in my notifications recently. It's cold.

//Hi I completely misread this

... Oh lord. [Dragging his hands down his face. Are his rimples too obvious?]

"...I wasn't expecting anything." He looked surprised!

"...Another year, huh." He looks so tired-