[ Ouch. From the start, this is a familiar shape of things: he knows it hasn't been great, in their six months back home. He's tried— he really thinks he should get credit for trying, given where they started, given how many problems it would've solved to kill her outright— but he knows the way she goes still when he looks at her eyes. He knows he can't keep it off his face, all the things she makes him feel. Scared of her isn't far off, and she has only the vaguest shape of why.
John exhales a slow breath and raises a hand to worry his temple, his expression faraway. It's funny, having this conversation like what are her hobbies can coexist neatly with sorry all your parents murdered each other, that's got to be rough. As usual, there's no one around but him to get the joke. ]
Solid advice. [ Mostly inapplicable advice, but he can appreciate the effort. It's extremely telling advice, so he quirks that wry, raw smile at Robby in tired thanks. ] I might have some work to do there. Maybe it's time I think about doing it.
[ He pulled Kaworu out of the water. He wonders what she thinks of that, sometimes, now that he's remade her so that she can't drown. ]
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John exhales a slow breath and raises a hand to worry his temple, his expression faraway. It's funny, having this conversation like what are her hobbies can coexist neatly with sorry all your parents murdered each other, that's got to be rough. As usual, there's no one around but him to get the joke. ]
Solid advice. [ Mostly inapplicable advice, but he can appreciate the effort. It's extremely telling advice, so he quirks that wry, raw smile at Robby in tired thanks. ] I might have some work to do there. Maybe it's time I think about doing it.
[ He pulled Kaworu out of the water. He wonders what she thinks of that, sometimes, now that he's remade her so that she can't drown. ]
How about yours? He's here in town?