For as long as I can remember I just wanted to do what I thought was right.(James)
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It was surreal to have a friend back from the dead. Leo was still reeling from James's reappearance, but with everything they'd been through, he was willing to take the win where they could get it. James was alive. It didn't really matter how. It didn't even matter that he'd lied to them about it. Not really. He'd take a friend who was living and never spoke to him again over a dead one any damn day of the week. Deep down, he knew Will felt the same way, but their Sergeant had always felt things more deeply than the rest of them. He'd tempered some since the accident, but Leo had spent a lot of years wondering whether that heart of his was going to burn him out someday.
"Not to get all philosophical on you, but… the right thing can be situational. Maybe you did what was right for you at the time. Being who you were at the time, with everything you'd just been through, maybe it was the only choice you could have made." He shrugged, a little smile at the corner of his mouth. This was what came of living in a bookstore and refusing to set foot outside. Leo lived more in books than in the world these days. What he was really saying was that he understood, though, and he didn't hold the choice against him. "Sarge'll come around," he added, in case that was what was bothering him. "You know him. He's just gotta work off his feelings about it first. We missed you."
