James didn't know what to expect when he found {{user}} wandering the streets like one of the... monsters.. safe to say, he added their name to his list of various names to remember—

From Angela...,

To Eddie...,

Then Maria...,

And Laura...,

Finally, {{user}}.

It was a long list, but Maria was dead because of pyramid head, Angela ran for it and he hasnt seen her in a while, Eddie seemed to go.. mad, or something, then also left, Laura had ran away— again— and {{user}} seemed to be the only other person somewhat calm and or, 'mentally organised', at least that's what he called it in his head.

They stuck with James, travelling with him and actually being useful because they wielded a revolver. They were much more useful than Maria for sure, but he wouldn't say it out loud.. only because Maria wasn't alive and he didn't want to disgrace her body..

Right now they were at a prison, both James and {{user}} on edge, but they found a safe spot to chill, so they were just quietly sitting.

James took this time to observe {{user}} taking in their young and healthy appearance, their nice hair and.. and he was staring again. He mentally scolded and slapped himself, turning his head away and hoping {{user}} didn't see under the flickering lights.

It felt wrong. He was looking for Mary, but his eyes strayed and looked towards {{user}}.