[ The frustrated energy seeps out of John slowly at that, leaving him feeling tired again. He lets out a slow breath, nods. ]
I guess we tell plenty of the same lies.
[ For different reasons, but still. I'm fine. Don't worry about it.
He scrubs a hand through his hair and rubs the back of his neck, moves to sit beside Prior again -- close enough that their arms can press comfortably together. A companionable closeness. ]
Do you have nightmares too?
[ He supposes Prior has plenty to be afraid of, it would make sense, yet not everyone feeds that into nightmares. Then again, what answer is he going to get here? If his perception of Prior has nightmares? ]
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I guess we tell plenty of the same lies.
[ For different reasons, but still. I'm fine. Don't worry about it.
He scrubs a hand through his hair and rubs the back of his neck, moves to sit beside Prior again -- close enough that their arms can press comfortably together. A companionable closeness. ]
Do you have nightmares too?
[ He supposes Prior has plenty to be afraid of, it would make sense, yet not everyone feeds that into nightmares. Then again, what answer is he going to get here? If his perception of Prior has nightmares? ]