The reason why Delia and James got along so well was because they were so similar, they looked at the world from the same point of view and that made things between them much easier, especially in the beginning. They both knew exactly what they wanted and didn’t let anyone stop them from achieving their goals. That’s why Delia knew James needed her so much at the moment, she hadn’t lost that spark inside of her just yet, and she hoped that her own spark would ignite the old fire inside of James again.
Delia listened to him explain that they could still afford going out like decent people and just as she was about to speak up and say that wasn’t what she meant, she noticed a slight smirk on his face. A smile spread on Delia’s lips that same moment, the old James was still there.
"That sounds way better than hanging at a pub full with idiots." She replied. "I’ll just run to one of those shops and buy us beer. I’ll be right back." She announced and got out of the car quickly.
Three minutes later, Delia was back inside James’ car, holding a six pack. “We’re ready to go wherever you want.” She said, smirking.
"Ah, the lady never disappoints."
James gave no real reaction as he turned the key, the Denali engine roaring to life again. He had grown up in Florence, was used to his isolated home and privacy. He was used to walking around the small town as if he owned it and now? Now he was just another face in the Portland crowd. And Portland was an entirely different creature. He was used to Sutherlin, where his company was based and operated out of, but he had only ever really visited for business and even then his hotel was, of course, luxurious. James had no working knowledge of a place where there were more lights and buildings than trees and scattered stars. The new environment assaulted his senses, too, and James found he had a headache more often than not.
He would start his personal reconstruction with those facts in mind. James had lost a lot and bottled the anger, the grief, and the white-hot thirst for revenge but there were people who lost so much more; many of them lost loved ones thanks to him. He had hurt people and would go on to hurt people again, he knew...but it was only ever out of his own heartache. Losing his mother was the catalyst. Now people lost sons, daughters, wives, lovers, husbands, friends and James fell to grieving all over again. Delia's presence at his side anchored him, though, and reminded him that though there was loss there were also things to gain and happiness to uncover. Most importantly, looming seemingly out of reach, was Redemption.
For the immediate moment, however, there was only Delia. James drove without really knowing where he was going, just looking to get away from the more populated areas. Eventually he pulled over onto the shoulder and cut the lights, running his palms along his jeans to rid them of sweat.
"I think we'll have our privacy here, love."
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