A month ago James would've been annoyed with a drunken Moira Coombs ruining his night, slowing him down so his dinner gets cold. Maybe he would've ranted at her about public intoxication. Maybe even given her a ticket or hauled her off to jail just because it was Moira, and that's how he dealt with her. Now though, he no longer has those instincts to fall back on. He has to deal with Moira like a real person. Not just a name he was raised to hate. The thing that scares him a little, deep down, is his new instincts are to be protective over Moira. Maybe that's how the labyrinth really changed him. It wasn't just that they weren't fighting anymore. He wanted to protect her. He didn't leave her when they were trapped, and he couldn't leave her now.
That's why when the cab does show up he leans into the window to apologize for the confusion. He gives the driver Moira's address instead, which is clear in the opposite direction. It will take him an extra hour or more to get home, and he is tired. But he's gonna make sure she gets home. He moves back to where she's standing on the curb. "Hey, if you're gonna throw up, you should do it now," he suggests to her. The driver already looked unsure about the state of Moira, hopefully the guy didn't drive off. Quickly, James opens the back door for them, tossing his crutches inside. He grabs Moira by the arm, leading her over, somehow even hobbled in his walking boot more steady on his feet than her.
"You are so drunk," he snorts, amused by her and the impersonation of Bambi she does on the way into the cab.
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Date: 2014-06-17 03:02 am (UTC)That's why when the cab does show up he leans into the window to apologize for the confusion. He gives the driver Moira's address instead, which is clear in the opposite direction. It will take him an extra hour or more to get home, and he is tired. But he's gonna make sure she gets home. He moves back to where she's standing on the curb. "Hey, if you're gonna throw up, you should do it now," he suggests to her. The driver already looked unsure about the state of Moira, hopefully the guy didn't drive off. Quickly, James opens the back door for them, tossing his crutches inside. He grabs Moira by the arm, leading her over, somehow even hobbled in his walking boot more steady on his feet than her.
"You are so drunk," he snorts, amused by her and the impersonation of Bambi she does on the way into the cab.