I gotcha, don't worry. Don't you worry about a thing.
[John will be doing enough worrying for the both of them.
He's hauling ass, his and Poe's, as quickly as he can to the mouth of the nearest alley. It's dark, and narrow, and if John stands with his back facing the road no one can see them.
John gently peels Poe away from himself, propping him against the brick wall, and supporting his upper back and stomach between his hands.]
Alright, here we go. Just let it all out. You'll feel better after. Promise.
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Date: 2018-01-17 01:41 am (UTC)[John will be doing enough worrying for the both of them.
He's hauling ass, his and Poe's, as quickly as he can to the mouth of the nearest alley. It's dark, and narrow, and if John stands with his back facing the road no one can see them.
John gently peels Poe away from himself, propping him against the brick wall, and supporting his upper back and stomach between his hands.]
Alright, here we go. Just let it all out. You'll feel better after. Promise.