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James, while not the most observational of men in the world had become very attuned to his friend Sophie. The two were mostly inseparable after all. They had been together constantly since the fateful day that she had been shoved into the locker. Of course, he had heard what everyone had said about her. What he did not gather himself, his faithful second in command, Jerold, had been more than willing to spill. For some reason, people did not feel the same need to be quiet around the young black man as they were around James. At any rate, he had not appreciated some of the things he had heard, but he was really unable to combat it directly. The same could be said about the picture that had been passed around before of Sophie in her bathing suit. It was bad. Terrible that someone had done that, but there was little to be gained by trying to fight the whole system. Luckily, it had blown over rather quickly.
This attuned nature led to his next action. Even as he spoke and talked with Erica about the upcoming party, he unconsciously reached out to Sophie and grasped her wrist. He knew the chances of her fighting him were just about nil and moved her hand to its usual resting place at his side. To be honest, he missed the almost constant contact that they shared when it was gone. He had not mentioned it to Sophie yet and certainly had not told Erica of his feelings. The first, he felt, would be embarrassed and the other... well Erica had been so nice with Sophie that he did not want to strain that. When her hand was where he thought it belonged, he released her wrist and patted the back of her hand. Nothing had been said and he did not feel that anything was needed just now.
"What's going on over here?" Jerold called as he grabbed a chair, turned it around and sat facing the small group. "Holding some kind of war council? Say, Erica, what time is this party kicking off tomorrow? I gotta know so I can be fashionably late after all!"
This attuned nature led to his next action. Even as he spoke and talked with Erica about the upcoming party, he unconsciously reached out to Sophie and grasped her wrist. He knew the chances of her fighting him were just about nil and moved her hand to its usual resting place at his side. To be honest, he missed the almost constant contact that they shared when it was gone. He had not mentioned it to Sophie yet and certainly had not told Erica of his feelings. The first, he felt, would be embarrassed and the other... well Erica had been so nice with Sophie that he did not want to strain that. When her hand was where he thought it belonged, he released her wrist and patted the back of her hand. Nothing had been said and he did not feel that anything was needed just now.
"What's going on over here?" Jerold called as he grabbed a chair, turned it around and sat facing the small group. "Holding some kind of war council? Say, Erica, what time is this party kicking off tomorrow? I gotta know so I can be fashionably late after all!"