[John laughs for what feels like the first time in a long time. He doesn't realize how badly he needed to laugh until his head is buzzing with it, a weight lifting from his chest.
Life still sucks, trauma is still trauma, but for a brief moment, there was light. John holds onto it. Knows better than to let those moments slip away when they're so few and far between.]
Name's John. Sheppard if you've got a thing for Little Bo-Peep.
Lieutenant Colonel if you collect dog-tags.
[And he doesn't mean from fallen soldiers.]
So, Mr. Stark, what do you do around here? Other than get drunk in high places with strangers.
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Date: 2018-05-06 09:41 pm (UTC)Life still sucks, trauma is still trauma, but for a brief moment, there was light. John holds onto it. Knows better than to let those moments slip away when they're so few and far between.]
Name's John. Sheppard if you've got a thing for Little Bo-Peep.
Lieutenant Colonel if you collect dog-tags.
[And he doesn't mean from fallen soldiers.]
So, Mr. Stark, what do you do around here? Other than get drunk in high places with strangers.