[John feels the prickle of awareness and turns--but somehow, the guy is right fucking there, making John backpedal about a half dozen steps, eyes wide and heart racing from something other than embarrassment.
He knows he's fine. He knows he's safe--dimly, he realizes he's made very real progress in that department in that his hands are raised for a fight, but he didn't go for his knife.
...but yeah, for a second John can only stare, mute, as he tries to calm the visceral fear response to being snuck up on with a speed and silence that can only be called supernatural.]
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He knows he's fine. He knows he's safe--dimly, he realizes he's made very real progress in that department in that his hands are raised for a fight, but he didn't go for his knife.
...but yeah, for a second John can only stare, mute, as he tries to calm the visceral fear response to being snuck up on with a speed and silence that can only be called supernatural.]