[Jamie is as tactful as ever, but there's a hushed, strained quality to the words that's very...un-Jamie-like. He hovers for a moment at the opposite end of the couch Maxxie's occupying and then sort of slithers over the arm and onto the seat, like he's desperate for some kind of contact but unsure if his presence is welcome.]
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[Jamie is as tactful as ever, but there's a hushed, strained quality to the words that's very...un-Jamie-like. He hovers for a moment at the opposite end of the couch Maxxie's occupying and then sort of slithers over the arm and onto the seat, like he's desperate for some kind of contact but unsure if his presence is welcome.]