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James had some sort of magnetism. He seemed to draw people in, to attract attention, to absorb the spotlight.
It was like he thrived on it. Like he lived of attention, like he needed the admiration to survive. Heads turned when he walked into a room. His smile lit up the sky, like even the sun couldn´t stay away.
And as every action has a reaction, he gave something back.
He radiated warmth, he gave light and laughter, offered solace and his presence made everything somehow better.
When Piper was feeling down or lonely, when he longed for some kind of friendship he couldn´t have with Wally, when he wanted companionship he couldn´t have with his boyfriend James, when there was something wrong, James could make it better. By talking, by playing cards, by making sickenly sweet tea, by sitting on a couch in horribly striped shirts, by making jokes and by simply smiling.
Piper was drawn in every time. And he found that he didn´t mind.