Continuing Journal of James the Lesser

Occasionally he sent puzzles back.

Links to pages in Russian. Coded transmissions from names and go between.

He wasn't sure what this future him wanted. He seemed to have a mad logic about him. Jumping from topic to topic, threats just as easily as endearments of love.

He tried that once. Never again.

She read him too well. Or thought she did. He spoke out of turn about murdering her parents. He wasn't serious, but he was a little too convincing.

She panicked and shot back. He didn't like it.

That's when other him jumped in again. His timing was impeccable. But he suspected that there was a lot of some ones helping him too.

For simplicity's sake she now called him 'Brandon' or 'Tom'.  He bled into that role well enough. Knowing as he did that he would be as chaste as possible during the remainder of the courtship.

Quote a few lines about gum and try and play Moriarty. He couldn't quite manage it. He knew he was the 'lesser' of the two brothers. His mind was dialed down. He wasn't as sharp with the timing.

On the bright side, he was becoming more like her – a little more insightful on people, a little more caring to the little things.  More observant to the little tells that people gave off.  It usually took him a while to catch those.

At times though, he was nervous. The other self had sent gifts. A watch, a postcard, a ring. They fascinated her, as they always came after a dream about him, or a message. It seemed to affect him. When he was alone he started to fade out.

It seemed someone had leaked a bit of a spoiler to the wiser self. That the baby was due in 2015.

Maybe he should tell him that they were already married. Somehow he suspected this other self would have a more exciting ceremony.

He wasn't sure if he should tell her, but it made it obvious which way the story was going to go.