[ the thing is, if Thomas were a woman, this would be a date. John knows this, and it makes the whole thing more complicated for a number of reasons he doesn't want to spend time dwelling on. so, not dwelling on them, knowing what this ought to be if there weren't a world of unanswered questions between himself and walking brazenly through that particular door, John's left in a strange situation.
he knows how to handle himself on a date. he knows how to handle himself on a night out with mates. he doesn't know what to do in the company of the man he slept with a while ago and never called afterwards.
it's a fucking mess, is what it is. but he instigated this. so here they go.
a small, awkward laugh, and John's nodding along too. then turning around, to lead the way. ]
It's not far. Nice place. They serve good wine and craft ales, can't complain.
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he knows how to handle himself on a date. he knows how to handle himself on a night out with mates. he doesn't know what to do in the company of the man he slept with a while ago and never called afterwards.
it's a fucking mess, is what it is. but he instigated this. so here they go.
a small, awkward laugh, and John's nodding along too. then turning around, to lead the way. ]
It's not far. Nice place. They serve good wine and craft ales, can't complain.