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[ It's hard not to flinch when he reads that text. It's hard not to remember John pinning him against the wall of the shuttle, eyes burning. "Stop pretending you care."
Was it a mistake, seeing John in the hospital after that? Should he have stayed away, should he have... (He's never so at sea as he is when it comes to this. It's not a familiar feeling. He hates it.) ]
you came to me when i needed help. i don't want to leave you alone when you do.
Was it a mistake, seeing John in the hospital after that? Should he have stayed away, should he have... (He's never so at sea as he is when it comes to this. It's not a familiar feeling. He hates it.) ]
you came to me when i needed help. i don't want to leave you alone when you do.
you're the one who came to me after it was over. you did. you checked in, you tried to help.
and i tried to talk to you. i tried to tell you what i wanted and you pinned me to a wall. you told me i was full of shit. i thought that was it, we were done, and then you show up and save my life and act like
fuck it.
i'll fuck off. all right? so leave me alone. don't act like you care and then act like i'm somehow the one who's out of line for giving a shit too. i was an asshole. i ran away. you gave me everything i could have wanted and i bolted. but i can't hate myself for that forever, and it's pretty clear you hate me enough for both of us.
take care of yourself, all right? that's all i fucking want from you now. just take care of yourself and i'll leave you the hell alone.
and i tried to talk to you. i tried to tell you what i wanted and you pinned me to a wall. you told me i was full of shit. i thought that was it, we were done, and then you show up and save my life and act like
fuck it.
i'll fuck off. all right? so leave me alone. don't act like you care and then act like i'm somehow the one who's out of line for giving a shit too. i was an asshole. i ran away. you gave me everything i could have wanted and i bolted. but i can't hate myself for that forever, and it's pretty clear you hate me enough for both of us.
take care of yourself, all right? that's all i fucking want from you now. just take care of yourself and i'll leave you the hell alone.
What I meant to say was are you sure you don't want to invite someone else?
Don't feel like you have to just because.
[Just because everyone is gone, and John spends most of his time alone.]
Sounds like a fruit plate occasion. Everyone loves a fruit plate.
Don't feel like you have to just because.
[Just because everyone is gone, and John spends most of his time alone.]
Sounds like a fruit plate occasion. Everyone loves a fruit plate.
Edited 2018-08-20 05:47 (UTC)
[ It's a few days since they've both been cleared for active duty. The gash on Poe's head is healing up nicely with a little magical assistance, and his various other aches and bruises have already faded.
Doesn't make him feel less shaky as he goes to John's office and knocks on the open door. ]
Doesn't make him feel less shaky as he goes to John's office and knocks on the open door. ]
Come in!
[John's playing with a remote controlled air-ship, feet kicked up on his desk. A doughnut, a cup of coffee, and a newspaper sit beside him-- half a crossword finished. Someone is a very bust, very important man.
He doesn't look up right away, expecting Finn or Chyler. They don't get a lot of visitors. RR-1's office used to be a large janitorial closet. Most people don't know it exists. John likes it that way.
The ship whirs in circles around the ceiling fan in tight circles. They don't call him an ace pilot for nothing.]
Close the door, don't let the draft in. You'll mess up my flight pattern.
[John's playing with a remote controlled air-ship, feet kicked up on his desk. A doughnut, a cup of coffee, and a newspaper sit beside him-- half a crossword finished. Someone is a very bust, very important man.
He doesn't look up right away, expecting Finn or Chyler. They don't get a lot of visitors. RR-1's office used to be a large janitorial closet. Most people don't know it exists. John likes it that way.
The ship whirs in circles around the ceiling fan in tight circles. They don't call him an ace pilot for nothing.]
Close the door, don't let the draft in. You'll mess up my flight pattern.
[ Poe does as he’s bid, stepping into the office and carefully closing the door. He gets distracted watching John’s maneuvers, but even the obvious skill John has just makes Poe more nervous somehow.
He clears his throat. ]
So, um. [ Poe keeps his eyes on fan and shop. ] You look like you’re feeling better.
He clears his throat. ]
So, um. [ Poe keeps his eyes on fan and shop. ] You look like you’re feeling better.
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