[ John can feel it. thinks he can, anyway. he's always been good at noticing attention once he realises it's on him, and he notices now.
it's far from unwelcome. he doesn't interrupt it, pours without glancing up, but when he does return his gaze up to Thomas to lift his own glass in return toast before bringing it to his lips for a sip, he holds eye contact. maintains. ]
Welcome.
[ only then does he break it, stretched to its limits in a public setting, and allows himself a little stretch of the neck and a quick massage of his shoulder to dispel the newly-arrived sparkling feeling from his muscles and set the world back onto its normal axis. ]
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it's far from unwelcome. he doesn't interrupt it, pours without glancing up, but when he does return his gaze up to Thomas to lift his own glass in return toast before bringing it to his lips for a sip, he holds eye contact. maintains. ]
Welcome.
[ only then does he break it, stretched to its limits in a public setting, and allows himself a little stretch of the neck and a quick massage of his shoulder to dispel the newly-arrived sparkling feeling from his muscles and set the world back onto its normal axis. ]