[John's hand goes to Poe's back, rubbing slow circles between his shoulder blades.
Poe has his own scars. John knows. He's seen them. Scars on his skin, heart, and mind. War is more than a physical battle, and no one can win all the time. There are always losses. Sacrifices. Sometimes it's the life of the comrade, and sometimes it's your own. All at once, or in bits and pieces. Social life. Love life. Spiritual life. Until there's nothing left but your trigger finger and a pulse.
It's not uncommon to forget what life was like before the war, and how to live it. That's why Riverview is a blessing and a curse. It's time away from the fight, to rest and recuperate, but John hardly knows how to use it. Rest isn't rest when your head is always buzzing, your ears ring from too many years of too many gunshots, and you don't know how to relax in a room without clearing it first.
When John's hands are idle, they start shaking. A little at first, then a lot. The only cure is time at the range, in the cockpit, or on the mats.
And lying here with this man.]
I do, but I'll be honest, here. I'm not very good at it.
I haven't been with someone in... a long time. Years. Not since my ex-wife.
[A pause, as his hand slides up over Poe's shoulder, pulling him in closer.]
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Date: 2018-02-27 04:55 am (UTC)[John's hand goes to Poe's back, rubbing slow circles between his shoulder blades.
Poe has his own scars. John knows. He's seen them. Scars on his skin, heart, and mind. War is more than a physical battle, and no one can win all the time. There are always losses. Sacrifices. Sometimes it's the life of the comrade, and sometimes it's your own. All at once, or in bits and pieces. Social life. Love life. Spiritual life. Until there's nothing left but your trigger finger and a pulse.
It's not uncommon to forget what life was like before the war, and how to live it. That's why Riverview is a blessing and a curse. It's time away from the fight, to rest and recuperate, but John hardly knows how to use it. Rest isn't rest when your head is always buzzing, your ears ring from too many years of too many gunshots, and you don't know how to relax in a room without clearing it first.
When John's hands are idle, they start shaking. A little at first, then a lot. The only cure is time at the range, in the cockpit, or on the mats.
And lying here with this man.]
I do, but I'll be honest, here. I'm not very good at it.
I haven't been with someone in... a long time. Years. Not since my ex-wife.
[A pause, as his hand slides up over Poe's shoulder, pulling him in closer.]
...Did I mention I was married?