James was on the run. Sort of. He had been minding his business, getting a coffee, when the paparazzi showed up. He liked what he did and, if he was honest, he liked the attention it got him, but sometimes a bloke just wanted to drink his coffee in peace. He slipped out the back of the shop, after charming a barista, and he was walking away with his head down when he turned the corner and spotted Cepheus.
Cepheus had made it pretty clear that he didn't actually like James that much in the time that they'd known each other, but he was Al's friend and any port in a storm. "Let me borrow your hoodie," James said, walking up to Cepheus and touching his arm. He glanced over his shoulder, then took his hat off and put it on Cepheus's head to try and confused anyone looking for him. "Please?"
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