Before. We met in college. She was political science, and I was in mathematics. Graduating directly into the USAF to begin training as a pilot.
[It feels like longer. It feels like a lifetime ago. John remembers the divorce, but everything before feels like it happened to someone else. They were happy, once. John knows they were. It was never a perfect marriage, but it hadn't been loveless. Lisa was an intelligent, power-house of a woman set on changing the world from Washington. John had been...
It's blank in his mind. A grey area, like burnt out film cycling pointlessly through a projector, only flickering back into black and white picture years later when he was deployed. Those years spent behind enemy lines he remembers more clearly than his graduation, and wedding day, but it's Atlantis that's in colour. If he closes his eyes he sees stained glass and blue light, can even smell the ocean.]
It was the job. I was never home, and I couldn't tell her where I'd been. I had a choice. Her, or the war, but it wasn't really a choice. It wasn't like I could've just... walked away. Not when I was already knee deep. It just didn't make sense. It wouldn't have been worth everything I...
[His fingers curl up into Poe's hair, twisting and pulling gently. It calms him down.]
Doesn't matter now anyway. Point is, you can't be worse at this than I am. At least you've got a clean slate.
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[It feels like longer. It feels like a lifetime ago. John remembers the divorce, but everything before feels like it happened to someone else. They were happy, once. John knows they were. It was never a perfect marriage, but it hadn't been loveless. Lisa was an intelligent, power-house of a woman set on changing the world from Washington. John had been...
It's blank in his mind. A grey area, like burnt out film cycling pointlessly through a projector, only flickering back into black and white picture years later when he was deployed. Those years spent behind enemy lines he remembers more clearly than his graduation, and wedding day, but it's Atlantis that's in colour. If he closes his eyes he sees stained glass and blue light, can even smell the ocean.]
It was the job. I was never home, and I couldn't tell her where I'd been. I had a choice. Her, or the war, but it wasn't really a choice. It wasn't like I could've just... walked away. Not when I was already knee deep. It just didn't make sense. It wouldn't have been worth everything I...
[His fingers curl up into Poe's hair, twisting and pulling gently. It calms him down.]
Doesn't matter now anyway. Point is, you can't be worse at this than I am. At least you've got a clean slate.