[Poe steers him through the cave towards the exit. John lets him. He’s on autopilot. His eyes stay on the ground in front of him. John’s panic is quickly giving way to shame. Almost as soon as his heart climbs down out of his throat it falls into the pit of his stomach. He doesn’t want to look at Poe, or for Poe to look at him. He doesn’t want to see the disappointment in Poe’s eyes, or worse, the pity.
John planned this outing with the intent to help Poe out of a dark place, and he’d FUBARed.
They exit the cave to bright skies and fresh air. John hates how much of a relief it is. Hates himself for being so goddamn weak, and ruining a good thing. If he’d left an impression on Poe, it was the wrong one.
The best he can do now is pull himself up by his bootstraps and refuse to be any more of a burden than he already is. John quietly sucks in a deep breath, laughs sheepishly, and looks at Poe with an embarrassed smile he hopes isn’t half as weak as it feels.]
Sorry. Guess I have a thing about bugs. Usually I just shoot 'em.
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Date: 2018-02-01 05:58 pm (UTC)John planned this outing with the intent to help Poe out of a dark place, and he’d FUBARed.
They exit the cave to bright skies and fresh air. John hates how much of a relief it is. Hates himself for being so goddamn weak, and ruining a good thing. If he’d left an impression on Poe, it was the wrong one.
The best he can do now is pull himself up by his bootstraps and refuse to be any more of a burden than he already is. John quietly sucks in a deep breath, laughs sheepishly, and looks at Poe with an embarrassed smile he hopes isn’t half as weak as it feels.]
Sorry. Guess I have a thing about bugs. Usually I just shoot 'em.