James shook Damian's hand, but remained silent, nodding his head in understanding. For a moment he was silent. It was an awkward moment, until he finally decided to speak. He poked his chin above his scarf, no longer concealing his lower mouth, "Meus, uh, D-Damian, ex-excuse me. My name is James," he shook his head to show shame for his linguistic mistake; a sheepish smile drew itself on James' face. He felt embarrassed, awkward, defeated, as usual. There was nothing new about this unfortunate sensation. He was started to get used to it...