[It’s nowhere near the sense of comfort and peace he found in the view from the Atlantis control tower balcony, or even a beer on the pier, but it’s as close as he can get.
John misses Atlantis. His city. His people. His job. His responsibility. His purpose. Being too busy to feel alone. Too engaged in just surviving, and making it through the next day, and maybe the day after that, to put much thought into his future, or lack thereof.
All this time to himself, in his own head, is killing him. One of many reasons he’s screwed his way through what feels like half of Riverview. An endless stream of faces he doesn’t really want to remember, minus the few he’s seen more than once, who are somehow more friends than fuckbuddies. It isn’t about the sex. He’s so much more pathetic than that. John hates being left by himself, with himself.
Probably because he hates himself.
That’s where John’s head is while he drinks in silence beside Tony. It’s rude, really, considering he has company. He leans back on one arm to look at him, swirling what’s left of his beer in the can.]
Are we doing names, or is the anonymous thing sticking?
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Date: 2018-04-26 05:00 pm (UTC)[It’s nowhere near the sense of comfort and peace he found in the view from the Atlantis control tower balcony, or even a beer on the pier, but it’s as close as he can get.
John misses Atlantis. His city. His people. His job. His responsibility. His purpose. Being too busy to feel alone. Too engaged in just surviving, and making it through the next day, and maybe the day after that, to put much thought into his future, or lack thereof.
All this time to himself, in his own head, is killing him. One of many reasons he’s screwed his way through what feels like half of Riverview. An endless stream of faces he doesn’t really want to remember, minus the few he’s seen more than once, who are somehow more friends than fuckbuddies. It isn’t about the sex. He’s so much more pathetic than that. John hates being left by himself, with himself.
Probably because he hates himself.
That’s where John’s head is while he drinks in silence beside Tony. It’s rude, really, considering he has company. He leans back on one arm to look at him, swirling what’s left of his beer in the can.]
Are we doing names, or is the anonymous thing sticking?