[ somehow, it's this that makes him nervous. like there's something more involved, dateish about sharing food than there is in making eyes across the table until you're ready to— until it's best you stop doing that for propriety's sake.
so he's stuck staring at Thomas for a second, jaw slightly slack as he makes the decision. I'm alright thanks would get him past this nervy hurdle without incident, but it's also ridiculous. you can't be a person who throws himself into hot pursuit of murderers and also a person who turns down a bite of food because the thought of it has his heartbeat in his throat.
come on, John, for God's sake.
it's only a couple of seconds pause. a quick pair of blinks denotes him coming out of it, and there's a small series of nods to try and cover for his momentary lapse of presence. John sets down his fork but doesn't let it go, not quite sure how they're progressing with this. ]
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so he's stuck staring at Thomas for a second, jaw slightly slack as he makes the decision. I'm alright thanks would get him past this nervy hurdle without incident, but it's also ridiculous. you can't be a person who throws himself into hot pursuit of murderers and also a person who turns down a bite of food because the thought of it has his heartbeat in his throat.
come on, John, for God's sake.
it's only a couple of seconds pause. a quick pair of blinks denotes him coming out of it, and there's a small series of nods to try and cover for his momentary lapse of presence. John sets down his fork but doesn't let it go, not quite sure how they're progressing with this. ]
Yeah, sure.