karmageddon †

❝ I suppose I’ll have to try even harder now to become Lancelot. I’d like to have you around for a long time. ❞ She smiles. ❝ Did you honestly think I’d be one of the top two candidates? ❞

      “i wouldn’t have chosen you if i       didn’t think you were capable of       being a kingsman. you’re already       better than most of the agents i       have to call my colleagues.”

The sight of Wesley made James freeze altogether for a moment, his mind going blank at the question. It wasn’t as though he never expected to see the other man again, but he’d hoped that they’d at least be on speaking terms before he suddenly came face to face with him. Still, he didn’t regret saying his piece on how he felt about Wes’ actions weeks ago, though Wes’ ensuing silence spoke volumes on just now little the other man clearly valued their friendship. Knowing Wesley would prefer to stop speaking to him altogether rather than just apologise almost hurt more than his original betrayal. James fought to school his expression into indifference, though he’d never been as good at icy stoicism as the other man.  “I just popped by to get my yearly physical. I’ve put the bloody thing off so long that the medical staff has started sending me increasingly annoyed emails reminding me to get it done.”  His gaze fell to Wes’ arm and even as he told himself not in ask about it–not to care about it–he knew he’d never be so cold as to not make sure Wes was alright, no matter how angry he was with him. “Broken arm?” he ventured. “How’d it happen?”

      reckless landing, he thought. “rough       landing,” he answered, mirroring james’s       gaze as he looked down at his arm as well.       he couldn't stand to hear the concern in       the other agent's tone. it reminded him that       james was too soft for his own good while       wesley was a hard, thin line. half challenge,       half warning, daring someone to cross.