[The question slips out before he can stop himself, soft, and tentative. He knows he shouldn't ask. Poe has his reasons, and John can imagine a few of them.
John's body is covered in scars, but the worst of his wounds have always been on the inside. Invisible to the eye. Looking down at Poe, at his kind, strong face, and his sad, bottomless eyes, John knows those same wounds are there.]
Don't worry about it. I know now.
[A pause, tender as he brushes a dark curl back from Poe's forehead.]
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Date: 2018-02-28 07:05 am (UTC)[The question slips out before he can stop himself, soft, and tentative. He knows he shouldn't ask. Poe has his reasons, and John can imagine a few of them.
John's body is covered in scars, but the worst of his wounds have always been on the inside. Invisible to the eye. Looking down at Poe, at his kind, strong face, and his sad, bottomless eyes, John knows those same wounds are there.]
Don't worry about it. I know now.
[A pause, tender as he brushes a dark curl back from Poe's forehead.]
Thanks for telling me.