Staring at the phone even after hanging up, Cris took a deep breath before walking to the other room. “James?” he asked softly. “Remember when I said I didn’t have any family? I may have been overstating that a little.”
Gods he hated to do this. And if it wasn’t for the weather canceling his flight home, Cris would have never even considered this an option. But he was stuck in Dublin - on Christmas Eve - and every hotel was booked. And he only knew one person in this entire city.
Ringing the bell, Cris fidgeted with his phone, trying to decide how immoral it would be to mess with hotel records and boot someone from their room on Christmas Eve. Deciding he was a better person than that, he sighed and waited for the man to open the door.
Bond stilled at the question. “Who told you I didn’t.”
“Oh.” John looked at Bond, really looked. He looked about as stricken as you would assume a Double O would look after a revelation like that. No different really, except something… maybe a bit of anger? Grief? “To save her, then?”
He already knew the answer though.
John stifled the thought of self destruction in favor of vengeance.