As he stands on the corner, James pulls out his cellphone sending a few text messages to Demetri, who he hasn't seen in forever. He isn't sure if this thing with Moira is something he wants to share with anybody else, but if there was someone he'd tell, it would be his brother. Besides that, James could just use a night with Demetri, just relaxing and forgetting all the crap in his life right now. He knew there was that wine event up at the lodge this coming weekend. Maybe they could take their father's boat up there. Spend the weekend getting shiftfaced like they did when they were younger.

Speaking of shiftfaced, as his phone dings with the outgoing message, he hears Moira call out to him. He glances up, immediately recognizing it's her, but he doesn't actually expect to see her coming toward him, nearly falling down drunk. "Uh. Hey. You're drunk," he says, pocketing his phone.