James also wasn't the selfish type, he would have put the violin down, moved over to the sofa that sat in front of the fire as opposed to his chair that was off just to the side in front of a wall, to protect his back and give him a clear view of the room and door, but it would have been to comfort her. He was willing to do that, and really so much more, for her, to make her happy. He hated seeing that sadness in her, that pain, of things. But as he didn't know, he kept playing, quite a lot of the tension he had from the day leaving him.

And when he hit that mark where he was slowing down, pausing, it was as much to think for the moment, to over think things as it was to invite anyone waiting for him to come in. So he had to quirk a small, very small smile at the knock, putting the violin down on his lap, even as he eyed the door. "Come in."