[He stabs the call button, for the lifts--and then, inside, he stabs the button for her floor. The thought of returning to his own is something he can't manage, right now.
He stares furiously at the buttons, as the lift goes up, ignoring the drop in his stomach when it starts, ignoring the hot feeling behind his eyes--focusing instead on the clench of his hand in hers, the way that tenses his arm.]
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He stares furiously at the buttons, as the lift goes up, ignoring the drop in his stomach when it starts, ignoring the hot feeling behind his eyes--focusing instead on the clench of his hand in hers, the way that tenses his arm.]
James is gone.
[The words come out, dull and flat.]