[Normally he wouldn't do something like this, go out of his way to offer unsolicited condolences... But talking about it with Blake and not James don't sit right with him, and so here he goes:]
[James is genuinely surprised to get a text from Daryl, but it's not unwelcome. He hasn't reached out much at all yet regarding Harry's disappearance, and has mostly been wallowing on his own. He brought it up with Blake though, since Harry and Blaine seemed to go missing at the same time.]
Thanks. ...it's been hard. I appreciate it.
[And he knows Daryl isn't really the type to send messages like this, which makes him appreciate the gesture even more.]
[He won't pretend to understand exactly how James is feeling- he don't got no kids and he never will- but he's unfortunately familiar with loss and frankly it blows all around. And while this touchy feeling shit is certainly not going to become a habit, it's just... What you do.
Socially stunted though he is, he knows that much.]
you need anything you let me know
[What could he do? Probably nothing, but hey. Offer stands.]
[What James needs is his son back. He needs his friends back. But, those aren't things Daryl can actually give him.]
I will. Thank you.
...He still might come back. Even if he doesn't remember, he still might turn up again. And I will see him when I get home.
[He knows, realistically, that this might have been his only opportunity to see Harry older than a year or so old. But that's not going to stop him from insisting he can change things.]
[His voice is even and lacking in emotion when he leaves the voicemail. There's been enough time and distance that he doesn't feel anything but a need to communicate.]
James, it's Blake. Thought we might talk when you're available. Gimme a call back, lemme know. Thanks.
[He calls back relatively quickly, not thinking much about the tone. He assumes it must be a Resistance thing though - he and Blake don't talk often outside of it, unless his Mirror has done something unspeakably horrible. So it's got to be either about the Resistance or about something his Mirror's done, and given the last event he would much rather assume the first one.]
Hullo, Blake - it's James. What did you want to talk about?
Been there. At least, with the life ruining part. I'd probably try and hex mine into next week if he ever did anything to Lily though. Or, get someone else to if I couldn't get a hold of him myself.
[Just the fact that Remus is actually shouting at him is enough to concern him immensely, especially since he can't think of anything he's done recently to cause it. He wastes no time replying.]
Remus? What's all the yelling about? Did something happen?
[Wait. Did someone actually tell him about...? No, there's no way. Too many people in Wonderland know their story. There's no way someone would have gone out of their way to mention it to Remus. It's got to be Remus fretting too much or something.
But his transmission still goes silent for a moment. And when he speaks again, he's firm - an attempt to calm Remus' worries.]
...Wonderland didn't make you different though. You're still you, and the wolf was fine.
But yeah, I'm alright. Dunno what I'm going to do yet, but I'm alright. And if it turns out I'm not alright, well...he hasn't got his wand with him. So there's that.
[ dean has no idea how to approach this, but he knows he has to. what had been said in the hallway, despite being event-induced, has left him feeling... unsettled, upset even. there's a record to be set right, and he can only hope james feels the same way. ]
Hey. You got a minute? ...Unless you're too busy pulling rabbits from hats, or something.
[Usually, this happens the other way around. James can't stand awkwardness or fighting with friends, which is part of why the situation with Dean has frustrated him so much. It's been like a long, extended fight that he has no hope of ever ending because Dean's barely wanted anything to do with him. Dean wouldn't remember, but James is usually the one who comes to him because they need to have a word.
He's been strangely quiet this time though, for two reasons. The first is that Dean's made it clear that just because they got along once doesn't mean that he wants to be on friendly terms again, and the other is simply that he's still not sure how much of that event was real or hallucinated. Upon seeing this text from Dean though, he suspects that encounter might have been one that actually happened.]
I dunno. I've got a very busy afternoon of escaping from straight jackets and pretending to saw people in half, but I suppose I could pencil you in.
[It's sarcastic, but it sends a clear message that he's not completely out of his mind anymore, and that's something at least.]
No one can be stupid enough to trust you with a saw.
[ no, literally. but dean wastes little time in shooting another text, getting back to the obvious point. ]
But great, where you at?
[ texting might be easier, he knows, but there's a part of dean that wants to see james for himself, be it in person or through the video function of their phones. either or, whatever makes the wizarding kid more comfortable. ]
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sorry about your boy
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Thanks. ...it's been hard. I appreciate it.
[And he knows Daryl isn't really the type to send messages like this, which makes him appreciate the gesture even more.]
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Socially stunted though he is, he knows that much.]
you need anything you let me know
[What could he do? Probably nothing, but hey. Offer stands.]
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I will. Thank you.
...He still might come back. Even if he doesn't remember, he still might turn up again. And I will see him when I get home.
[He knows, realistically, that this might have been his only opportunity to see Harry older than a year or so old. But that's not going to stop him from insisting he can change things.]
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James, it's Blake. Thought we might talk when you're available. Gimme a call back, lemme know. Thanks.
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Hullo, Blake - it's James. What did you want to talk about?
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Maybe we take a walk? Got somethin' to show you.
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Fine by me. Should I meet you outside then?
[He has a feeling he knows where they'll going, after all. But who knows? He could be wrong. It happens occasionally.]
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Why would your Mirror kiss someone you've got a crush on?? You'd think she'd hate whoever it is...
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PICK THE PHONE UP.
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Remus? What's all the yelling about? Did something happen?
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[Context, what context.]
What if wonderland had made me different. What if the wolf didn't feel the same way about animals as he used to.
[Do you have any idea what killing you would do to him, James? It would destroy Remus.]
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[Wait. Did someone actually tell him about...? No, there's no way. Too many people in Wonderland know their story. There's no way someone would have gone out of their way to mention it to Remus. It's got to be Remus fretting too much or something.
But his transmission still goes silent for a moment. And when he speaks again, he's firm - an attempt to calm Remus' worries.]
...Wonderland didn't make you different though. You're still you, and the wolf was fine.
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[Otherwise, she'll have to assume the worst.]
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Jo! Jo, I'm alright. What about you? Are you okay?
[Well, she must be if she called him, but he's going to fret anyway.]
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Crowley kidnapped me.
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I didn't realize at first. Are you all right?
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But yeah, I'm alright. Dunno what I'm going to do yet, but I'm alright. And if it turns out I'm not alright, well...he hasn't got his wand with him. So there's that.
Thanks for asking though.
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Hey.
You got a minute?
...Unless you're too busy pulling rabbits from hats, or something.
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He's been strangely quiet this time though, for two reasons. The first is that Dean's made it clear that just because they got along once doesn't mean that he wants to be on friendly terms again, and the other is simply that he's still not sure how much of that event was real or hallucinated. Upon seeing this text from Dean though, he suspects that encounter might have been one that actually happened.]
I dunno.
I've got a very busy afternoon of escaping from straight jackets and pretending to saw people in half, but I suppose I could pencil you in.
[It's sarcastic, but it sends a clear message that he's not completely out of his mind anymore, and that's something at least.]
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[ no, literally. but dean wastes little time in shooting another text, getting back to the obvious point. ]
But great, where you at?
[ texting might be easier, he knows, but there's a part of dean that wants to see james for himself, be it in person or through the video function of their phones. either or, whatever makes the wizarding kid more comfortable. ]
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