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[chaos_magnet]

Oh. Yeah, possibly, although I may be too late...I was thinking about opening up a business and came here to see which building would best suit my idea. Is, uh, is this one yours?

[ Hands on pockets, Jim juts his chin at the parlor. ]

[moosey]

(Sam nodded, a little sadly, but happy all the same. )\

Yeah, just... I was gonna surprise my brother, but... he went home.

You wouldn't be interested in taking a look around would you?

[chaos_magnet]

[ Jim doesn't answer straightaway. Instead, Holden cocks his head, afraid he's about to look like an ass by jumping to this conclusion, and asking anyway. ]

Your brother wouldn't be Dean, would he?

[moosey]

Do you know him? (Sam cocked his head slightly. )

Or knew I guess, but yeah that's him. We... well we lost our family so I was going to surprise him with this.. but now...

[chaos_magnet]

No, I, uh, I know Bela.

[ He tries not to blush at saying her name, but James is a little nervous since they're from the same place. And he's casually dating and sleeping with her. ]

[moosey]

(Sam just looks at him, his eyebrow slightly raised before bringing his hand up behind his neck as his eyes slide away.)

Right. She's... well, it's been a while since I've seen her. For me anyway. So, did you own a place like this back home?

[chaos_magnet]

You mean in your timeline?

[ Yeah, it's still weird saying that, thinking that.

James can't help but chuckle while he shakes his head. ]

I did the furthest thing from it, maybe? I had a crew and a repurposed Martian warship that we rechristened The Rocinante back home. I'm from the twenty-fourth century; name's James Holden.

[ He omits the distance between them with an extended hand. ]