[john's gaze drops to her mouth as her lips part and she draws a breath in like that, and he draws in his own breath, the intensity of it. he does feel very, very responsible for all of the tomorrow people even the ones who are not in the lair yet, but he doesn't want to leave the ship either, which is a hard admittance because he should be responsible. he has a lot of guilt. there are a lot of reasons why he doesn't deserve-- he can't want, hasn't been able to want, doesn't deserve to want either.
but he is not thinking about any of that now. john is losing himself in this kiss. he tugs her in further to his chest, tightly to it as he deepens the kiss against her mouth.
he's breathless when she pulls back. his thumb traces over her bottom lip, and he shakes his head at the question.] Didn't want to startle you. It's a long fall.
And it's hard... for me to let myself. [want. go after what he wants. so he held on to the moment, and he didn't let himself do it like he did just now with her in her room and over the journals.]
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but he is not thinking about any of that now. john is losing himself in this kiss. he tugs her in further to his chest, tightly to it as he deepens the kiss against her mouth.
he's breathless when she pulls back. his thumb traces over her bottom lip, and he shakes his head at the question.] Didn't want to startle you. It's a long fall.
And it's hard... for me to let myself. [want. go after what he wants. so he held on to the moment, and he didn't let himself do it like he did just now with her in her room and over the journals.]