[What can he say in his own defense? There's nothing, really, because every barbed word that the hunter spits out rings so very true. Forethought and subtlety have never been his strengths, and he'd just been so happy to get home, to finally see the other man, that he'd not ver considered the consequences of his actions. Now they're certainly apparent, and there's a quiet noise of distress as the hunter brushes past and stalks out. He whirls on his heels, darting forward to follow him out, regardless of the looks the movement draws.]
James-
[Because for as terrible an idea as it is, he's not about to let the hunter run off. Not on this note, and certainly not when he has so much to try to atone for. It hurts. Hurts in ways that bullets and bruises could never hope to, because it's his fault and he can't figure out how to make it better.]
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James-
[Because for as terrible an idea as it is, he's not about to let the hunter run off. Not on this note, and certainly not when he has so much to try to atone for. It hurts. Hurts in ways that bullets and bruises could never hope to, because it's his fault and he can't figure out how to make it better.]