[ John catches sight of him, and makes an absentminded note of it; he ought to keep half an eye to Lazarus's partner, given the living menace Lazarus has turned out to be. Better not to disregard anyone that guy counts as a colleague. They pass close enough that they could exchange a look, a word; John would only have to step a little forward to touch a hand to his shoulder. He doesn't pay much mind to the thought.
Then his throat closes, and John is paying a lot of attention.
He turns, briefly and openly astonished. But he recognizes this— and so his expression hardens into sudden, sharp anger, and he steps forward to catch the man by the arm.
Breath surges back to them. He starts, flatly, with: ]
no subject
Then his throat closes, and John is paying a lot of attention.
He turns, briefly and openly astonished. But he recognizes this— and so his expression hardens into sudden, sharp anger, and he steps forward to catch the man by the arm.
Breath surges back to them. He starts, flatly, with: ]
Hope you weren't going anywhere.