"And to think, I was mad at him for not being where he usually is to serve me my drink. That shoots my routine to hell. I had just gotten used to it too."

James lifts his drink solemnly, one would think in honor of his fallen friend and barman, but anyone who knows him would tell you it was equal parts to honor Luke and to mourn the loss of the routine he had gone out of his way to be able to follow every single day for the past several years.