✉: [text] Get in this bedroom and quit teasing me. -007☾: James couldn’t shake the bad dream he’d just woken up from. Iris was sleeping next to him, so he rolled over and wrapped his arms strongly around her, pulling her against his chest. He rested his lips on her forehead and closed his eyes, and tried to go back to sleep.✘: He shucked his shirt for the first time with her that night, and he let her see all the scars lining his torso. It didn’t bother him so much anymore but it might bother her and well, they were about to sleep together. It usually didn’t present itself as such a big deal but this was going to mean something. He /really/ cared about this woman.★: “Come on,” he said gruffly, taking her by the hand and pulling her out onto the roof of the MI6 building. Usually this wasn’t his sort of thing but… well, he wanted her to see the view from up here. “The stars are bright tonight.”☂: Noting that the weather was hardly suitable for no umbrella, James handed his to Iris, stepping aside to make sure she was all the way under, and completely dry. “There.”Best for last, ☠: James stood at the end of that hallway, hands folded in front of him. Her coffin was there; flag folded on top of it. She’d died saving the entirety of MI6. Him, Mackenzie, Ben, everyone. He forced himself not to cry. He couldn’t cry, of all people not him. He walked slowly to the coffin and placed his hand on top of it. “I love you,” he murmured, and that was the last time he’d allow himself to love again.