A cane in hand, drifting towards his left, Gregorys' gaze fell unto James' brown tendrils of hair; following to the sepia eyes below his own, fringed with long lashes.

The oncologist had always been absolutely brilliant, and yes, charming, yet something today had stood out. Perhaps it had been the way James, (normally honey-golden), cheeks had been flushed with blemished roses, or perhaps even it was just the fact Gregory had never gotten so close to infer a narrow look to man.