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Lunch With Harry
He'd had Eve make the arrangements and she'd sent the email with the address. James hadn't really paid attention to much except vegetarian and vegan options.
Amour Weho...well, he'd said it was with Harry.
And she did know everything about him.
He was there a half hour early simply because traffic was freakishly light. He was halfway through a martini when he saw Harry and rose to greet him.
"I ordered appetizers to go in as soon as you arrived," he told him.
Amour Weho...well, he'd said it was with Harry.
And she did know everything about him.
He was there a half hour early simply because traffic was freakishly light. He was halfway through a martini when he saw Harry and rose to greet him.
"I ordered appetizers to go in as soon as you arrived," he told him.
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"Eighteen thousand people suffer a spinal cord injury every single year," he countered.
"I think it's worthwhile. What would you suggest? A safer investment like art or a yacht?" James smirked.
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"What an interesting conclusion to draw," he replied mildly.
"Are you prone to that sort of thing?"
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"I didn't think so," he replied mildly.
The appetizers appeared and the server vanished once again.
"I have nothing to atone for," he said. "It's less penance and more...doing the most with the game of life I was lucky enough to win at."
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"I think that's very admirable," he said instead. "Truly. Many of the assholes I work with will simply die with giant piles of money."
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"What about you?" James asked. "What is the tender spot in your heart reserved for? Or...do lawyers not have that?"
He grinned at his joke, knowing it wasn't true. In the time between setting the appointment and now, he'd looked Harry up online.
Eve.
Eve had done the work.
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Harry did not make being gay a particularly prominent part of his personality. In fact, occasionally coworkers would express surprise upon realizing, even after knowing him in passing for years. But he didn't hide it anymore either. But he still felt this kind of obligation to make life better for people like him.
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"So I hear," James smiled.
He selected a bite to try and smiled as he savoured it.
"But certainly not to atone," he said mildly, once he'd swallowed.
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"That's what differentiates you from your colleagues," James said. "Lawyers in this town love their privilege."
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"I could say the same for my profession," James admitted. "Some might say it about me."
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"Unavoidable,: he shrugged. "In this industry, utterly unavoidable."
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He thought of Q telling him about his poor experience with Bond. The word he'd used was "rude" which honestly, though Harry entirely believe him, he had trouble picturing.
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"Do you know that since I've started the hives, I truly don't care. Hollywood could never humble me like the bees," he chuckled...at his terribly funny joke, whether Harry got it or not.
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"Are they happy to have your attention?" Harry asked.
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"I'd like to think so," he nodded. "I bring them the news every morning. I told them when the Queen passed, of course."
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James listened to him with growing curious amusement.
"The bees need to be told," he chuckled. "If you're interested, I can suggest a book on why."
The server came back with fresh drinks and the first course.
"This looks delightful. Eve always finds the nicest spots."
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"It does not surprise me that you are a man of good taste," he said.
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"I also like buttered saltines. Don't be fooled," he smiled.
He waited until Harry had a bite in his mouth to say-
"That was the delicacy while I was in lock up before the trial."
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