[ For John's part, the awkward silence is refreshing as hell. It's useful. He has too much to think about, too deeply, which means there are two paths available to him: chat about nothing with whoever'll humor him-- Nico's a great kid and good company, for that-- or sit in the dark and dwell. Qrow seems like the kind of guy who can appreciate a good bit of brooding. It's nearly comfortable, sitting here in mutually unhappy distance.
So it's a bit of a surprise when Qrow takes a stab at levity. John blinks up at him, firelight catching on his dark and eerie eyes. Then he tips his head in thought. ]
When I was a kid, I wanted to be Peter Pan.
[ There are stories that matter, myths he could turn over and worry like smooth stones. He's not in the mood for those. This one's easier. ]
They have that one where you're from? Second star on the right, all that?
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So it's a bit of a surprise when Qrow takes a stab at levity. John blinks up at him, firelight catching on his dark and eerie eyes. Then he tips his head in thought. ]
When I was a kid, I wanted to be Peter Pan.
[ There are stories that matter, myths he could turn over and worry like smooth stones. He's not in the mood for those. This one's easier. ]
They have that one where you're from? Second star on the right, all that?