John studies the ripples of the water a moment longer before turning from it -- pressing his back against the glass and wood. Slowly, he lets himself slide down until he's sat on the floor -- arms resting on his knees.
In the darkness like this, it's easy to let his focus go soft. To just listen to the sounds around him and imagine he's anywhere he wants. ]
This still feels like home for you?
[ He doesn't know why he's keeping his voice so hushed, as if they're discussing a secret. Maybe because it feels personal, private. Maybe it's the darkness. Maybe it's because John feels jittery, off balance, like he's somehow unwittingly bared something vulnerable to Prior here and he hasn't quite recovered yet. Even sitting like this he feels young, awkward. It's an uncomfortable thing, a role he isn't used to and doesn't like. Maybe that's okay in a dream, though. Maybe it's okay if nothing is real. Maybe he's allowed that. ]
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John studies the ripples of the water a moment longer before turning from it -- pressing his back against the glass and wood. Slowly, he lets himself slide down until he's sat on the floor -- arms resting on his knees.
In the darkness like this, it's easy to let his focus go soft. To just listen to the sounds around him and imagine he's anywhere he wants. ]
This still feels like home for you?
[ He doesn't know why he's keeping his voice so hushed, as if they're discussing a secret. Maybe because it feels personal, private. Maybe it's the darkness. Maybe it's because John feels jittery, off balance, like he's somehow unwittingly bared something vulnerable to Prior here and he hasn't quite recovered yet. Even sitting like this he feels young, awkward. It's an uncomfortable thing, a role he isn't used to and doesn't like. Maybe that's okay in a dream, though. Maybe it's okay if nothing is real. Maybe he's allowed that. ]