[There was a rhythm to these things when James was working on inventions, that normally involved Declan bringing James a cup of tea at regular intervals. Which is precisely what he was doing now, a cup of tea - cup, not mug, pristine china - placed close enough to James' right hand so he didn't have to even think while reaching for it.]
"Ah, excellent, thank you." James glanced up with a warm smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling up, emphasising his laughter lines. Sometimes, he would be too involved to even look up from his work, but politeness never left him. Today, he was working more casually, it seemed, on a project that he'd been leaving and coming back to for a while. Procrastination was James Watson's worst enemy. When he should have been working on this invention plan, he'd been playing a rather fun game of minesweeper on his new computer. He still didn't completely know how to work it- this was James, after all- but he was getting there.
He took a measured sip of his tea, and sighed, relaxed and content. "How is everything going?" He enquired, clearly not so busy as to not be interested in how his protege was doing at this moment in time.
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He took a measured sip of his tea, and sighed, relaxed and content. "How is everything going?" He enquired, clearly not so busy as to not be interested in how his protege was doing at this moment in time.