That's another thing James isn't too thrilled about upon his return. Jokes about his foot. His foot hurts okay. But his story about taking a spill down a flight of stairs isn't exactly thrilling. If everyone knew a giant cave troll had snapped his ankle like a twig, he suspects they would've been more highly impressed about his injuries. Alas.

He looks up at Levi then back at his overflowing inbox. He shrugs because he hates paperwork anyway. "Is this about the coffee in the break room again? Because I can't do anything about that," he asks, sliding out of his chair, grabbing his crutches.