[ When Scott explains, John remains quiet. The thought that he had died — from a sentinel? Is that what happened? He can't remember. It's all broken up into pieces that he can barely see. Regardless, it's not anything that he can process — that he wants to process, really. So he's just quiet there on the couch.
Shifting, he sits up then, sheet still wrapped around him, sunglasses still on. ]
I'm fine.
[ He's a fucking liar, but. John's going to be John. ]
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Shifting, he sits up then, sheet still wrapped around him, sunglasses still on. ]
I'm fine.
[ He's a fucking liar, but. John's going to be John. ]