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[It had been a long day of playing poker, and James had returned to the hotel suite. He carefully opened the door, and took off his dinner jacket. He swept the room with his eyes, and they hooked onto the broke wine glass, spilled onto the table. +
+ This made James slightly concerned, as not to long ago, they got into a rough fight on the stairwell. His mind had begun to race. 'Where is Vesper?' 'Is Vesper still alive?' 'Are they still here?' James was jumping to conclusions, until he heard a soft noise. +
+ He strained his ears, then realized it was the soft patter of the water hitting the tile floor in the shower. He glanced quickly over at the bathroom door, and slowly approached it. 'Was Vesper okay?' 'Is she in there?' James tried to nod off the assumptions, +
+ but in his field of work, he knew these sorts of things happened all the time. He had reached the door by now, and saw it was open a sliver. He opened it cautiously with his right hand, and scanned the room as it was revealed to him.] +
![+ but in his field of work, he knew these sorts of things happened all the time. He had reached the door by now, and saw it was open a sliver. He opened it cautiously with his right hand, and scanned the room as it was revealed to him.] +](https://pbs.twimg.com/media/E001ls2VIAM2zwS.jpg "+ but in his field of work, he knew these sorts of things happened all the time. He had reached the door by now, and saw it was open a sliver. He opened it cautiously with his right hand, and scanned the room as it was revealed to him.] +")
[James uncovered the room to see Vesper, fully clothed sitting on the shower floor. Her knees were tucked into her chest, and she was shaking. James knew his job was a gruesome one, but was it really that bad? Vesper was obviously in some sort of shock. No, this was worse+
+ than shock to put her into a state like this. He felt his heart sink into his stomach. He was this cold, wasn't he? James had numbed himself from all emotions that emitted from his work, and this proved it. He took one last look at Vesper, and deduced she wasn't injured.] +
[He advanced quickly, but at a gentle pace, to show that he wasn't trying to scare her. He took in her mental well-being at that moment, and deduced that it would be best probably not to say anything then. +
+ James had made it to her, and took a seat, feeling the cold water hit his skin almost immediately. No wonder she was shivering and shaking. He undid his bowtie, and top button, until she unexpectedly squeezed onto his arm.] +
![+ James had made it to her, and took a seat, feeling the cold water hit his skin almost immediately. No wonder she was shivering and shaking. He undid his bowtie, and top button, until she unexpectedly squeezed onto his arm.] +](https://pbs.twimg.com/media/E005LZZVUAEEK0k.jpg "+ James had made it to her, and took a seat, feeling the cold water hit his skin almost immediately. No wonder she was shivering and shaking. He undid his bowtie, and top button, until she unexpectedly squeezed onto his arm.] +")
Vesper took a couple of shaky breaths before speaking, "It's like there's blood on my hands.. but it's not coming off.
James took her hand gently, and 'took the blood off her hands'.
"Thats better?" He gently said, before Vesper nodded slightly. +
James took her hand gently, and 'took the blood off her hands'.
"Thats better?" He gently said, before Vesper nodded slightly. +
Vesper didn't move her gaze from the ground, and stared blankly at the tile. She started to shiver a little more.
"You cold?" James responded gently.
Vesper managed to say something along the lines of "Yeah." but her sharp inhale of breath cut her off. +
"You cold?" James responded gently.
Vesper managed to say something along the lines of "Yeah." but her sharp inhale of breath cut her off. +
James reached up and grabbed the tap, turning it so the water would be warmer. Almost instantly, the water temperature rose. +
James had brought his hand back to cradle her head, and she had calmed down a bit. It was only at this moment, had the gravity of the situation hit him. This was where James had really began to wonder if he was really as cold-blooded as M had said. +
+ 'For god's sake, you're supposed to display some kind of judgement!' was ringing in his ears. No, he wasn't /that/ cold. Was he? There's no way he was, until he remember in M's words, 'This may be too much for a blunt instrument to understand.' +
Was James just a blunt instrument? Was he just 'playing the game?' He didn't know, but he sure as hell didn't want to become one. His thoughts wandered as he held onto Vesper...
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