[RL for Randolph]

[Ordinarily, if James knew Randolph was coming over, he'd make an effort to tidy things, set everything out perfectly. But tonight, he was barely holding onto his composure. He settles into one of the chairs in his cabin, holding a glass of whiskey. He hasn't taken a sip since he'd poured it. It was almost as if he's forgotten he had it. He's just waiting. Randolph said he would come -- And James just doesn't know how he feels about that. He wants to see Randolph. Wants to see him desperately, in fact. They haven't been in a room together since before it all ended. But he's terribly afraid that the moment he sees Randolph again, when he's able to touch and smell him, he'll forget himself. And it will all start over again.]