[john lets out a slow breath at what she says, and he shakes his head half in an inability to understand what that must be like. as much as his world has its troubles, he can't imagine being torn from it so suddenly with no way back to it (oh, john). the structures, the rules, the danger is almost a comfort to him because he knows where he belongs in those things
and to have to relearn how the world works--
his expression is grim before he lifts his head again to look back up at her, meet her gaze.] Too many. The world wouldn't be able to... handle that.
[he notes the quiet way that she says it. his sandwich is almost finished, and john pauses for a brief moment before his hand rests against her arm.
john looks at her face with that concern intensely in his expression.]
no subject
and to have to relearn how the world works--
his expression is grim before he lifts his head again to look back up at her, meet her gaze.] Too many. The world wouldn't be able to... handle that.
[he notes the quiet way that she says it. his sandwich is almost finished, and john pauses for a brief moment before his hand rests against her arm.
john looks at her face with that concern intensely in his expression.]
...what happened?