[ He doesn't want to tell John. It hurts to realize that. He doesn't want to tell John how hard the last six months have been, sitting around with nothing to do and no resources to fight with, being toyed with by the gods, facing odds that are so familiar they keep him up at night.
He doesn't want to tell John what a relief it was to feel nothing, and the struggle it's been just to function since.
So he steps back. His back hits the wall and he closes his eyes, not wanting to see John's face. ]
Just... fuck off, Sheppard. [ It's barely a whisper, without force or energy. ]
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Date: 2019-05-30 04:14 pm (UTC)He doesn't want to tell John what a relief it was to feel nothing, and the struggle it's been just to function since.
So he steps back. His back hits the wall and he closes his eyes, not wanting to see John's face. ]
Just... fuck off, Sheppard. [ It's barely a whisper, without force or energy. ]