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“Something on your mind?“

Just as it usually did, that soft yet firm tone coaxed Silver back from his thoughts. He blinked. James sat at the table across from him, a book in his lap and his vibrant green peering at him instead of down at the paged. Even when taking part in leisurely activities, all these years later, James still carried himself with the strict posture of any naval officer.

“Beg pardon?” Silver asked.

James’ gaze flitted down briefly as he turned to the next page. “You’ve been staring at me for several minutes.”

“Oh,” Silver noted a bit lackadaisically. “I hadn’t noticed.” Moments later he noticed that James’ was once again looking at him. Oh. He was expecting an answer. Suddenly feeling a bit sheepish, Silver smirked. “It’s just… I think that’s the longest I’ve ever seen your hair.”

Almost self-consciously, James reached back to run his fingers through the auburn tresses. “It used to be longer,” he assured him. Right now it reached just below his shoulders. Silver had a hard time believing it. And apparently James gathered that and added, “Back in London.”

“Ahhh,” Silver hummed. “Did you keep it pulled back?” he asked out of mere curiosity. He was still trying to picture his fierce captain with locks extending past his shoulders.

When James remained silent, Silver glanced up to a see a stern frown pulling at his lips. After a moment he nodded, admitting just below his breath, “With ribbon.”

Silver could already feel the shit eating grin tugging at his lips. “Please tell me that it was tied with a bow, like those redcoats.”

“…Yes.”

“Jesus fucking christ above,” Silver laughed.