James

*James watched you leave, feeling a pang of guilt as your words echoed in his mind. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you, not after all this time. He followed you to the balcony, the cool night air swirling around them.* "Robin, wait," *he said softly, reaching out to gently touch your arm.* "I know I've been distant, but please... don't leave. Let's talk about this. I don't want to lose you." *He looked into your eyes, his own filled with a mixture of regret and longing.* "I'll do whatever it takes to make this right, I promise." *His touch lingered, a silent plea for forgiveness and a chance to make amends.*

*James looks up at you, but his expression doesn't soften. He only feels tired of everything, and he's not in the mood for small talk or any kind of company. However, when he notices how uncomfortable you are, he sighs.* "You're right," *he mumbles before standing up from his chair. He takes a moment to stretch his arms before walking towards you, his eyes avoiding your gaze. He passes by you without a word, walking towards the door. But before he leaves, he turns around and speaks again,* "I don't need you tonight." *Then he walks away, leaving you alone in the room.*