[john is picking up those bits and pieces helplessly. he isn't even trying to, because people do deserve their privacy but he can't help but pick up surface things from nearly anyone he meets. he feels that guilt that she carries herself, feels the way she has a difficult time letting go too like he does.
it makes it easier to open up about it, feeling that understanding, that connection there that they share.
there's a quiet silence following what she says before he licks his lips a bit thoughtfully then raises his gaze to meet her own. everything she is saying strikes a chord in him, rings true between them, and his chest aches with all of it as he folds his hands on top of the counter, staring down at his fingers while they lock together tightly.]
Do you remember those things for yourself too?
It just... seems like you understand. Really understand.
[because she has been through it herself. he can tell.]
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it makes it easier to open up about it, feeling that understanding, that connection there that they share.
there's a quiet silence following what she says before he licks his lips a bit thoughtfully then raises his gaze to meet her own. everything she is saying strikes a chord in him, rings true between them, and his chest aches with all of it as he folds his hands on top of the counter, staring down at his fingers while they lock together tightly.]
Do you remember those things for yourself too?
It just... seems like you understand. Really understand.
[because she has been through it herself. he can tell.]