[ There's nothing left here, Prior says, but even if nothing is visible John can still feel it. The weight of memories, the unease, the dull glazed look in Sumner's eyes. The voices of all the people he failed to save. Somehow, even just taking Prior's hand feels difficult -- knowing he's walking away from this to something else. Something inside John stubbornly wants to hold on to all that pain, to nurse it and in the process keep the memories alive. Keep the people alive.
Maybe that means he's not done being abused, maybe he'll never be done until he's driven himself into a grave of his own, but all that leaves is John hesitating a perhaps tellingly long amount of time over leaving an empty room. His fingers flex, and John can't pinpoint why but feels almost afraid of what will happen as he reaches out. As if he might be agreeing to something, silently. As if Prior might do something, sweep these memories from him entirely. ]
You better be taking me somewhere nice. I'm not a cheap date.
[ John Sheppard is absolutely the cheapest date there is. ]
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Maybe that means he's not done being abused, maybe he'll never be done until he's driven himself into a grave of his own, but all that leaves is John hesitating a perhaps tellingly long amount of time over leaving an empty room. His fingers flex, and John can't pinpoint why but feels almost afraid of what will happen as he reaches out. As if he might be agreeing to something, silently. As if Prior might do something, sweep these memories from him entirely. ]
You better be taking me somewhere nice. I'm not a cheap date.
[ John Sheppard is absolutely the cheapest date there is. ]