James shook playfully from his sister's grip when she remarked about how he had grown, giving her an equally happy grin. Whilst he felt a strange sensation much akin to knowing that a storm is coming and not being able to avoid it, James wanted to enjoy being with his sister once more - even if she was to abandon him once again.

"And you're still short!" He quipped, smiling and looking down slightly at his sister - He didn't remember being taller than her last time they met. Perhaps he had grown, then.

"You look well, Beck." the younger brother began with a more serious tone, this time his smile had faded as if joy were slipping away from his grasp, "So much has happened at school since you... erm..." James looked to the ground and played with the stones on the ground by kicking them with his feet, "since you left me." He shrugged nonchalantly; his demeanour attempting to express apathy and a carefree attitude.

Truth be told, as it turned out, seeing his sister was confusing for James - at least emotionally. He didn't know whether to be happy, sad, excited, or furious. Perhaps all of them.

Right now, sadness seemed to be prevailing with his sudden shift in mood. Still staring at the floor, James tried to sound fairly casual about the situation, "Is it nice where you live now?" James asked, his foot still fighting with the small stones on the floor.