[ it takes about an hour -- Johnny could've done that in a fraction of the time it took makes him frustrated, angry. He sends Rex away for the night before he makes his way back to the room he now shares with Jack.
He does it quietly, wondering if he's already asleep. ]
[He's not asleep. But maybe the bigger surprise is that he's not drinking. There's a glass on the table, but it's filled with water. Jack turns in the direction of the door when it opens, looking Johnny up and down. In one piece, if only on the outside. He'll still take it.]
Come here.
[But even as he gives the order, he's walking over to him, cupping the back of Johnny's head to pull him into his arms.]
[ But he likes it, and it's clear enough in his tone. Johnny takes comfort in it, in the fact that he's not drinking as much anymore. He knows it's a herculean effort, what with the loss of Mair, and everything that came after that. Jack's having a hard time, too, and he grips him tightly right back, arms winding around him, quiet and protective. ]
Sorry. You've got crap of your own to deal with, too.
[ He pulls away only a little to cup his face in his hands, amused and curious at the terms he's using. Totally not denying that Jack's the boss; there's something very comforting about knowing he's not alone, knowing Jack's right here with him. ]
Have you been reading the bible while I was gone? Because I'm sure no one does that anymore.
[ Well, you know, just making sure! Johnny doesn't stop to think about how strange that is, too -- it's natural, right? It's what you do when you like someone.
He's taking his hand then, threading his fingers with his before he leans down. ]
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He does it quietly, wondering if he's already asleep. ]
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Come here.
[But even as he gives the order, he's walking over to him, cupping the back of Johnny's head to pull him into his arms.]
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[ But he likes it, and it's clear enough in his tone. Johnny takes comfort in it, in the fact that he's not drinking as much anymore. He knows it's a herculean effort, what with the loss of Mair, and everything that came after that. Jack's having a hard time, too, and he grips him tightly right back, arms winding around him, quiet and protective. ]
Sorry. You've got crap of your own to deal with, too.
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[He smirks a little, feeling better once he feels the strength in Johnny's hug. It means he hasn't given up entirely.]
Our problems won't be solved overnight, but that's no excuse to go tearing out our hair and smearing our faces with ash.
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Have you been reading the bible while I was gone? Because I'm sure no one does that anymore.
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Never. God chose my father, not me.
[But Johnny's in better spirits, and that's one prayer answered.]
But I promise you there'll be an end to this.
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I think the big guy screwed up, there. Or maybe it's so that I get to pick you.
[ He presses his forehead to his in an intimate, easy gesture, meeting his eyes. ]
I take it back. Don't see anyone else.
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[He rolls his own eyes a little. If Johnny thought he would see other people just because he told him to...
He doesn't even realize how unusual for him that is.]
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He's taking his hand then, threading his fingers with his before he leans down. ]
Come kiss me. Today's been a stupid day.