[ it's taking him a while to restart, put himself properly back on the rails and get moving again. Thomas accepts back his fork and John laughs at the question he's asked - it isn't funny, and John realises that, but he's laughing anyway, just a quick burst of those quiet voiceless under-breath laughs. what he's laughing at is his own, giddy idiocy, and the doing of it does its job, hooks him back into the conversation, all raised eyebrows and smiling at who knows what (John does, but from the outside it must be relatively inexplicable). ]
Mmn. Thank you, it's good. [ this is where John ought to offer a bite in return, but it's instead where he takes a sip of wine: sharing food is what sent him spinning off on one, probably best he gives himself a second before he goes wandering down that path again.
wine swallowed and feeling considerably more collected than he did just a few seconds ago, John takes his already loaded fork in hand. ] Did you want some?
[ it's asked earnestly, not a product of perceived obligation (he really did just need a second to get himself together) - though it might come out sounding a bit throwaway. not his intention, just a result of a late recovery and trying to keep himself centred. ]
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Mmn. Thank you, it's good. [ this is where John ought to offer a bite in return, but it's instead where he takes a sip of wine: sharing food is what sent him spinning off on one, probably best he gives himself a second before he goes wandering down that path again.
wine swallowed and feeling considerably more collected than he did just a few seconds ago, John takes his already loaded fork in hand. ] Did you want some?
[ it's asked earnestly, not a product of perceived obligation (he really did just need a second to get himself together) - though it might come out sounding a bit throwaway. not his intention, just a result of a late recovery and trying to keep himself centred. ]