[ Could put them in a ring together and let them sort it. Find out while the two of them boo from the sidelines. ]
guess i've only got to worry about him figuring out he can do better, eh?
[ But happiness and complacency are dangerous things for him. Herc knows this, John knows that but it doesn't stop the worry that gnaws at him in the pit of his stomach. Desmond knew too and that wound is still open and festering.
He's not sure it'll ever close up. Most things don't for him. He just leaves it in his wake as best he can. ]
so what's this about you and booker then? there's a story i've not heard out of you with that.
[ Boo, talk shit, eat popcorn. It'd be a damn good time. ]
i'm sure he already knows. but he settled for you, and that's what makes him special.
a chump, but still special ;)
[ If anyone knows that gnawing sensation that's been aching at her since before Deerington, it's John. She's not entirely sure how, but he just... gets it. Gets her. And she's a hell of a lot to take. ]
oh, you know. got trapped in a horror dreamscape together. sex turned into something else accidentally. you know how that goes.
it's not a hard bit to work out. yeah he's special all right.
[ Well, they share some things they don't talk about. Pain and desperations are motivators for them when it would be sticking points for others. That creeping, gnawing feeling drives them forward, not back. Forward is the only way they have left to go. ]
mm, i don't know. that doesn't seem very familiar to me at all. [ He's only joking a little. ] herc and i danced around each other for months before anything else came up.
[ Not talking about things is a fairly standard MO for the both of them, isn't it? Maybe that's what'd drawn her to Booker in the first place. Conversations just... weren't much of a priority. ]
[ Seems about the same for the two of them. What draws them to others. They talked but they weren't talking. Not until Mother Superior had her fun and got involved in a terrible way. ]
neither of us were exactly ready to jump in.
[ Despite already having realized it was more than just friendly meet-ups and showing up at each other's houses at all hours. ]
part of it was this place forcing us to face down some pretty horrible things to get out of a worse situation. admitting things neither of us would have under normal circumstances.
the rest i think herc would say would be the suit i wore to a wedding for some other blokes around here. they say the rest is history, yeah?
[ It's all jokes, sure but---eventually he texts again. ]
sara---good things, they aren't normal in my world. that isn't just me talking out of my arse. you've seen part of it. he got a front-row seat to some of the worst moments in mine and he didn't balk.
yeah, this place really does know how to get the best of you, doesn't it?
must've been a damn good suit, john.
[ she smirks, smile faltering as she reads over his next words. it's not often john drops the act and tells it like it is, and it's those moments she's learned he's really got some shit to say. ]
yeah. he accepts you. that's... that's not all that common, on any world.
seems to excel in that arena, even for me. i don't admit that lightly.
it wasn't half bad, just don't tell luci i said as much. took a bit to get the wrinkles out before we could show our faces.
[ Sometimes that act is all he's got going for him. Keeps his head on and going towards whatever goal he's got at hand. Not dying. A good pub. Half-decent meal. ]
no, it isn't. if you've got that here, it bears considering. we've all got people back there waiting but---that doesn't make the people here with us now less important either.
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but yeah. i get it. more than i did before, i think.
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you lost someone. i'm sorry, love.
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booker. i don't know what i'd do, if... you know.
[ eloquent, isn't she? ]
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if you woke up one day and he wasn't here anymore. my advice?
stop overthinking it. whatever you've got right now is what matters, don't let it go for anything.
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but hey. seems like it's working for you.
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[ He wishes it were that easy. His internal dialogue is much harsher than all this. ]
honestly i don't know how he puts up with less than half of what i do. doesn't normally work out for me, all that.
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yeah, you did get pretty lucky with him.
i'm happy for you, john. you guys are good together.
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guess i've only got to worry about him figuring out he can do better, eh?
[ But happiness and complacency are dangerous things for him. Herc knows this, John knows that but it doesn't stop the worry that gnaws at him in the pit of his stomach. Desmond knew too and that wound is still open and festering.
He's not sure it'll ever close up. Most things don't for him. He just leaves it in his wake as best he can. ]
so what's this about you and booker then? there's a story i've not heard out of you with that.
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i'm sure he already knows. but he settled for you, and that's what makes him special.
a chump, but still special ;)
[ If anyone knows that gnawing sensation that's been aching at her since before Deerington, it's John. She's not entirely sure how, but he just... gets it. Gets her. And she's a hell of a lot to take. ]
oh, you know. got trapped in a horror dreamscape together. sex turned into something else accidentally. you know how that goes.
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it's not a hard bit to work out. yeah he's special all right.
[ Well, they share some things they don't talk about. Pain and desperations are motivators for them when it would be sticking points for others. That creeping, gnawing feeling drives them forward, not back. Forward is the only way they have left to go. ]
mm, i don't know. that doesn't seem very familiar to me at all. [ He's only joking a little. ] herc and i danced around each other for months before anything else came up.
i ever tell you that?
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you? months? damn, he's patient, too.
what was it? what made you give in?
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neither of us were exactly ready to jump in.
[ Despite already having realized it was more than just friendly meet-ups and showing up at each other's houses at all hours. ]
part of it was this place forcing us to face down some pretty horrible things to get out of a worse situation. admitting things neither of us would have under normal circumstances.
the rest i think herc would say would be the suit i wore to a wedding for some other blokes around here. they say the rest is history, yeah?
[ It's all jokes, sure but---eventually he texts again. ]
sara---good things, they aren't normal in my world. that isn't just me talking out of my arse. you've seen part of it. he got a front-row seat to some of the worst moments in mine and he didn't balk.
that means something.
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must've been a damn good suit, john.
[ she smirks, smile faltering as she reads over his next words. it's not often john drops the act and tells it like it is, and it's those moments she's learned he's really got some shit to say. ]
yeah. he accepts you. that's... that's not all that common, on any world.
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it wasn't half bad, just don't tell luci i said as much. took a bit to get the wrinkles out before we could show our faces.
[ Sometimes that act is all he's got going for him. Keeps his head on and going towards whatever goal he's got at hand. Not dying. A good pub. Half-decent meal. ]
no, it isn't. if you've got that here, it bears considering. we've all got people back there waiting but---that doesn't make the people here with us now less important either.