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[The book on his bed was a little unexpected. His roommates didn't generally go into his room without asking, which Steve both appreciated and practiced himself, but it wasn't impossible someone had felt the need to leave the gift. If it was a gift. Someone could have left it by mistake.

Steve hesitated before lifting the note, then smiled wistfully. It didn't take him but a moment to send the man a message, still feeling the loneliness of his empty bed. Minor differences aside, he missed James. The man didn't ask anything from him he wasn't willing to give, and that meant a lot. He didn't expect Steve to be Steve. And he'd tried very hard not to ask too much of James either. Just his time.]

Dunno how a blank book makes up for a ruined sheet. You busy?