[john realizes how strange it would be. the people at the lair are always trying to get him to get drunk in those rare times when they party it out, but john never feels comfortable with losing that awareness when all of those lives are on his shoulders.
he stares at her, and his mouth drops open a bit.]
...really? How does that help?
[but he believes her. the kitten seems very, very serious. john blinks as he lets her lead him wherever she wants to. confused puppy is in your hands, elena. tiny, confused smile.] ...no.
no subject
he stares at her, and his mouth drops open a bit.]
...really? How does that help?
[but he believes her. the kitten seems very, very serious. john blinks as he lets her lead him wherever she wants to. confused puppy is in your hands, elena. tiny, confused smile.] ...no.
A ship? Wait, a... ship. I've-- Been here before.