[Then Poe starts talking. About the second time he was infected, which was even uglier than the first. The longer he talks, the worse it gets. John hurt a lot of people with his actions and his words, and he still hasn't forgiven himself for it. Some of it he remembers, and a lot of it he doesn't. Not that it matters.
What happened, happened, whether he remembered doing it or not. John thought he apologized for everything, but obviously he didn't. Poe's never brought this up before. Even after John asked.
Was he trying to spare his feelings, or...?
Poe stands and John follows. He doesn't want to be on the ground if Poe isn't, even though he's been thrown off-balance. This isn't the quiet acceptance he expected, or the violent outburst.
Now John's the one who wants to walk away. Because he's a coward and a hypocrite. His eyes dart towards the door, but he doesn't move. Can't. If he leaves right now, this, whatever this is, really will be over, and they'll both be back to square one. Hurt, pissed off, and confused.
Instead his fingers clench into fists, and he roots himself to the ground. It's only when they're standing chest to chest that he remembers how solid Poe is. John always liked that about him. Still does, even though he can't help feeling intimidated.]
Some of it. Not all of it.
[A pause, closing his eyes, clenching his teeth against a lie.]
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Date: 2019-06-09 02:28 am (UTC)[Then Poe starts talking. About the second time he was infected, which was even uglier than the first. The longer he talks, the worse it gets. John hurt a lot of people with his actions and his words, and he still hasn't forgiven himself for it. Some of it he remembers, and a lot of it he doesn't. Not that it matters.
What happened, happened, whether he remembered doing it or not. John thought he apologized for everything, but obviously he didn't. Poe's never brought this up before. Even after John asked.
Was he trying to spare his feelings, or...?
Poe stands and John follows. He doesn't want to be on the ground if Poe isn't, even though he's been thrown off-balance. This isn't the quiet acceptance he expected, or the violent outburst.
Now John's the one who wants to walk away. Because he's a coward and a hypocrite. His eyes dart towards the door, but he doesn't move. Can't. If he leaves right now, this, whatever this is, really will be over, and they'll both be back to square one. Hurt, pissed off, and confused.
Instead his fingers clench into fists, and he roots himself to the ground. It's only when they're standing chest to chest that he remembers how solid Poe is. John always liked that about him. Still does, even though he can't help feeling intimidated.]
Some of it. Not all of it.
[A pause, closing his eyes, clenching his teeth against a lie.]
Not most of it.