I always thought Santa Claus would be fatter, somehow.
[That, and most defense contractors don't particular care who's naughty or nice. John's played with plenty of toys that weren't his own, developed by the same people who supply the US military with theirs. He could judge Tony, but he won't. Doesn't see the point in it. His hands are far from clean.
John's a lot of things, few of them decent, but he's not a hypocrite.
As a test pilot, and a soldier, he'd gotten just as excited to try out new and interesting ways of killing people as the rest of them.]
And less attractive.
[Yeah, that's him making a move. With all the subtlety of an A-10 Warthog.]
[Tony flashes him a quick grin at the compliment, but it fades back into something more considering quickly enough. He's never sure how much of this story to tell. Usually he doesn't need to, except in this place, where knowing a goddamn thing about him is a whole lot rarer. You'd think that would make things easier.
He's not quite buzzed enough to be completely honest yet. But Tony's not feeling a need to completely avoid the subject, either. Not with a soldier, at least.]
Turns out you kind of lose interest in building missiles when you take one to the face.
[John stretches his arms out over his head until he falls backwards, so he's lying on his back looking up at the stars. He misses the Pegasus Galaxy, but there's beauty to this moon. Sometimes he has difficulty seeing it, but tonight isn't one of those nights.
Atlantis will always be his home, but he's feeling less like a POW in Riverview with each passing day. It's not the city so much as the people, but John can't deny he's a sucker for the night sky.]
It's kind of sad to think most people on Earth only ever get to see the same stars.
[The reminder makes him twitch, just a little, but Tony is at least well past any panic attacks at the reminder. He's got so many other fun things to worry about instead.
But it does mean that he can tip his head back to glance up himself, even as he slides John a look out of the corners of his eyes.]
[A beat, kicking his legs out into the air over the wall.
Zero fear of heights over here. If he could jump off without pancaking himself, he would. Anything to feel the wind through his hair.]
Being grounded sucks. A guy gets used to zipping through space. Where I'm from, there are so many planets, moons, people... We have our problems, but for the most part? It's beautiful.
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[That, and most defense contractors don't particular care who's naughty or nice. John's played with plenty of toys that weren't his own, developed by the same people who supply the US military with theirs. He could judge Tony, but he won't. Doesn't see the point in it. His hands are far from clean.
John's a lot of things, few of them decent, but he's not a hypocrite.
As a test pilot, and a soldier, he'd gotten just as excited to try out new and interesting ways of killing people as the rest of them.]
And less attractive.
[Yeah, that's him making a move. With all the subtlety of an A-10 Warthog.]
Why'd you quit?
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He's not quite buzzed enough to be completely honest yet. But Tony's not feeling a need to completely avoid the subject, either. Not with a soldier, at least.]
Turns out you kind of lose interest in building missiles when you take one to the face.
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[John stretches his arms out over his head until he falls backwards, so he's lying on his back looking up at the stars. He misses the Pegasus Galaxy, but there's beauty to this moon. Sometimes he has difficulty seeing it, but tonight isn't one of those nights.
Atlantis will always be his home, but he's feeling less like a POW in Riverview with each passing day. It's not the city so much as the people, but John can't deny he's a sucker for the night sky.]
It's kind of sad to think most people on Earth only ever get to see the same stars.
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But it does mean that he can tip his head back to glance up himself, even as he slides John a look out of the corners of his eyes.]
'Most' people? You another one with space travel?
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[A beat, kicking his legs out into the air over the wall.
Zero fear of heights over here. If he could jump off without pancaking himself, he would. Anything to feel the wind through his hair.]
Being grounded sucks. A guy gets used to zipping through space. Where I'm from, there are so many planets, moons, people... We have our problems, but for the most part? It's beautiful.
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[Tony considers it, and John for a moment, then folds his legs in front of him and braces his arms on his knees.]
We have space travel, apparently. I haven't done much of it.
[Not willingly, at least.]
Flying, though. That, I'd miss if I couldn't do it anymore.