[John dabs at her wet face with the hem of his shirt, it's not like he isn't already wet, and he couldn't care less if there's some snot in the mix. There are worse body fluids to be covered in. Like her blood.
He doesn't want it on his hands, or to even think about it right now. Can't. John knows what happened to Chyler now, knows the loss she's experienced on some level, that she's already been hurt, but he still can't stand the thought of it happening. Not while he's living and breathing.]
Take off your boots, cadet. I don't want dirt in my damn bed.
[She's still practically in uniform, but since when has that stopped a soldier from getting sleep? John rubs at his face, substantially more tired now than he was before this conversation. Emotions.]
Do you need a t-shirt, track pants, something more comfortable, or are you good?
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Date: 2018-04-08 04:45 am (UTC)He doesn't want it on his hands, or to even think about it right now. Can't. John knows what happened to Chyler now, knows the loss she's experienced on some level, that she's already been hurt, but he still can't stand the thought of it happening. Not while he's living and breathing.]
Take off your boots, cadet. I don't want dirt in my damn bed.
[She's still practically in uniform, but since when has that stopped a soldier from getting sleep? John rubs at his face, substantially more tired now than he was before this conversation. Emotions.]
Do you need a t-shirt, track pants, something more comfortable, or are you good?