[ an untangling of some freshly-made knot, and John settles. smiles at the sensation, at how schoolboy he feels alongside it all. a strange coupling of the empowered ease that comes over him on a date and the odd, bubbling fizz of years ago when all of it was new. makes sense, he supposes. the territory is both familiar and fresh.
it's nice, too, to remember that he's not the only one adrift out here. nor is he the only one without an anchor from home. there's companionship in that, too.
John nods his assent, the tucked angle of his smile perhaps incongruent with a simple sharing of meal choices. ] Can't go wrong with steak.
[ and the waiter's back with the wine, setting a glass in front of the both of them and setting the bottle on the table. he checks they're ready, takes down their meal choices, and absents himself again.
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it's nice, too, to remember that he's not the only one adrift out here. nor is he the only one without an anchor from home. there's companionship in that, too.
John nods his assent, the tucked angle of his smile perhaps incongruent with a simple sharing of meal choices. ] Can't go wrong with steak.
[ and the waiter's back with the wine, setting a glass in front of the both of them and setting the bottle on the table. he checks they're ready, takes down their meal choices, and absents himself again.
John takes the initiative to pour. ]