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“It was good, though, loving on them. They needed us and we needed them. We need to do our thing. It’s important.”
He nodded like he understood. He didn’t, but it didn’t really matter. They seemed like interesting men, and he was intrigued.
Silas and Bran turned the corner, bringing him with them. When they stopped, it was in front of a restored house with an elaborate garden out front. Even in the dark, he could make out numerous flowers and bushes, and even some rocks and statues.
“Welcome to our home.” They spoke together, voices warm.
“It’s lovely.” Natural and green and lush.
“Thank you.” Bran unlocked the door, and they went in, Silas still arm in arm with him. They walked through a hall with a bench on one side, and he was led to a huge living room with a fireplace. Silas led him to the couch that faced the fireplace while Bran went and lit a fire. It must have been already built up because it caught flame immediately.
“Wow. This is stunning.” He remembered living like this, at least vaguely.
“Thank you. It hasn’t been cheap, but we wanted a place that was a sanctuary for us, you know?” Silas sat close. The couch was incredibly comfortable, and he and Silas were almost snuggling, the cushions tilting them together.
Bran turned and smiled at them. “Hot chocolates? To go with the fire and learning about each other.”
“I… I would love that, thank you.” These men were so kind.
“You need help?” Silas asked.
“Nah, I got this. You stay and entertain our guest.”
“Should I break out my top hat and dance shoes?”
Bran snorted. “Only if you want him to run screaming from the house.”
Silas laughed and threw a fluffy pillow, which Bran caught neatly and tossed back at the couch before leaving the room and heading for the kitchen James could see on the other side of a huge island.
He looked around the big room, finding it still cozy and filled with books and art and knickknacks. So pretty.
“You like it?” Silas asked. It looked like the answer was important to him, too.
“It’s beautiful. Honestly. It’s like… a fairy house, but in the best way.”
“Well, two fairies do live here after all.” Silas gave him a wink, eyes sparkling in the firelight.
“Oh, ho!” He cracked up, because he’d done that. His first big role had been a fairy in a mini-series, wings and all.
Silas laughed with him, the handsome face looking younger and even more handsome with the humor.
“What kind of movies do you like? What shows do you binge?” Silas asked.
“I love movies, all sorts. I especially like buddy movies, ensemble casts.”
“Oh, buddy movies are awesome, aren’t they? What about binging? Can you lose hours watching one episode after another?”
“I don’t have a television, but I watch on my phone a lot.”
“Well, now you have another reason to visit us.”
“I swear I’m not pitiful. I’m just living frugally so that I can start my writing career.”
“You’re a writer!” Silas waved a hand at Bran as he came in with a tray of mugs. “Bran. Jamie’s a writer!”
“No. No, I’m trying to become a writer.” He wasn’t a writer. Not yet.
Bran put the tray down on the side table and looked right at him. “Do you put words down, boy? Do you do the act of writing?”
