Cepheus looked up at James when he came into the flat, putting down the phone he'd been checking. He nodded and gave him a weak smile, standing up. He looked a mess and he wasn't wearing his practice clothes.
"Yeah. I tried to make you dinner." Cepheus told him, looking down at the food. "I think it may be a little cold by now, but I can heat it up. Molly tried to help over the phone, but I'm just not meant to cook. I'm sorry."
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