[Poe bumps into him, and John can't help but smile.
It feels so damn good to be touched, even in the smallest of ways. Those moments of familiarity, and of fondness, make John feel so much lighter. Like if he reaches up, he can touch the sky. It's almost as good as flying.
Better than flying, when they're alone, and Poe looks at him in that way he does, with those big, dark eyes of his, like John's all he sees, or is thinking about.
Even if it isn't true. Sometimes, when they're alone, John can fool himself.]
Yeah. I'd like that. Hell, we could pack a picnic basket. Make a day of it.
[John's only half joking. He's American. He loves a good picnic. They're almost as fun to pack as they are to eat. He enjoys putting two of everything he can think of that the other person make like, wrapping it all individually. Planning out something simple and good for someone he cares about, instead of a battle plan for an enemy.
The days he spends thinking more about the Wraith than his own people are the worst.]
If you can get rid of the bugs before they get near me, I won't even shoot 'em.
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Date: 2018-02-08 05:02 am (UTC)It feels so damn good to be touched, even in the smallest of ways. Those moments of familiarity, and of fondness, make John feel so much lighter. Like if he reaches up, he can touch the sky. It's almost as good as flying.
Better than flying, when they're alone, and Poe looks at him in that way he does, with those big, dark eyes of his, like John's all he sees, or is thinking about.
Even if it isn't true. Sometimes, when they're alone, John can fool himself.]
Yeah. I'd like that. Hell, we could pack a picnic basket. Make a day of it.
[John's only half joking. He's American. He loves a good picnic. They're almost as fun to pack as they are to eat. He enjoys putting two of everything he can think of that the other person make like, wrapping it all individually. Planning out something simple and good for someone he cares about, instead of a battle plan for an enemy.
The days he spends thinking more about the Wraith than his own people are the worst.]
If you can get rid of the bugs before they get near me, I won't even shoot 'em.
In honour of your nature-loving spirit.