"I know… I just feel so bad about this whole situation. And my position, I have to stand over a watch as people get hurt for something trivial. I get to be in my nice office as you all are on harder-than-rock "beds" freezing and starving to death. It's just so unfair…" Ather explained softly.
James shrugged. "It's war. All's fair in love and war, Arther. Plus you Jerries are assholes. In general." he shrugged, looking up at Arther with his lips pressed in a thin line.
"Yeah… so before I take you back to your cell, is there anything I can do?" Asked Arther. He held out his hands to help James up from the chair.
James let Arther help him up. "I…I don't know. Can I…keep the jacket?" He asked softly, looking up at the German.
Arther smiled, "I already said you could keep the jacket, so of course you can." He said happily. He lightly held James' arms and started leading him out of the interrogation room.
James flinched a little at the touch, and wrapped the jacket tighter around his thin body. "Thanks." He said softly.
"You're welcome," Arther said quietly since they were out of the interrogation room. Once they got to the cells, he unlocked James' cell and lead him inside. Before closing it, he ripped off the patch that said Arther's name and rank on it. He gave James a weak smile before closing the door and locking it.
James watched him for a long moment, grey eyes almost frighteningly blank. After a moment, he sat down on the cot, the jacket still wrapped tightly around his body.
(I'm sorry I won't be responding until Saturday, possibly Sunday. I'm very busy this week/weekend, but I'll be fairly free after that. Again, I'm sorry for being gone for a while.)
(oof it's totally fine! Take your time, don't worry about it)
(Um so, I've returned… sorry lol. I had an unexpected hiatus, but things should be back to normal, so I should be active again.)
Arther gave James one last glance before turning around and slowly walking back to his office. So much was running through his head. He looked at his hands with pure confusion. How could that have happened, and why did it have to be now?
(hey!! Oof don't worry about it)
James looked down at his glowing wrists, and closed his eyes. "God damnit." He muttered, accent thickening more than usual. "Goh' bloh'y damnit!" How could this be happening? He was a prisoner of the bloody Nazis, and now his soulmate was one too?? This couldn't be real.
(Thanks!)
Arther reached to the doorknob to his office. His glowing hands were slightly shaking out of worry and confusion. He shook his head and went into the building. Going right to his desk, he sat down and lied his head on the desk. Maybe fate made a mistake, this was just a one-time thing and it was not going to show up in the morning. He ended trying to convince himself that was the case.
(np!)
James shook his head vigorously. This couldn't be happening. "Goh. Bloh'y. Damnit!!" He shouted, then immediately shut up when someone slammed on the door to his cell, jabbering at him in German. "Shut yer bloh'y trap, ya bleeding bugger!" He snarled back at the German.