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[fireshow]

[ 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. ]

[notrosecolored]

Did I say you weren't?

[ Just... eating a chicken salad sandwich. He offers the bag in the unlikely event John wants to eat. ]

[fireshow]

[ To maybe no one's surprise, he ignores the bag. ]

Why would you say I died? You've got no proof.

[notrosecolored]

Right. You could have been turned into a vampire. Or rescued with an injury. But something bad happened.

[fireshow]

I'm not a fucking vampire.

[ He sounds annoyed as he says that. ]

Nothing happened. [ A beat. ] Fine. Something did. But it's not whatever you're thinking.

[notrosecolored]

All right.

[ He's too... into 'coping' to argue. Or to want to, anyway. No possible benefit.]

[fireshow]

[ John's never died before — never been hunted down and killed by a sentinel made to do just that to their kind. He may have done some shitty things in his life, but he doesn't deserve that. Something like that wouldn't happen to him. It just... wouldn't. ]

I didn't.

[ Not that Scott argued there, he just. Feels the need to say it. ]

So what if I woke up naked in the tub? Alone. [ He continues, fingers clutching tight a the sheet around him. ] That's just— it's just another day here. Shit like that happens all the time. Sentinels or not. Weird shit. It's fine.