...yeah. Yeah, he is, because that's the opposite happening here, sir, which is kinda how he ended up visiting his first whore during the war to begin with. Wired after a confrontation, couldn't settle with a drink, Danforth bought him a girl instead--
John makes himself look up at Erik to banish the memory. It's not a bad memory, but there's something about it...that little oasis in Hell, however good or pleasant it might be just thinking of it makes him feel so painfully alone he can't bear up under the weight of it.
So he looks at Erik. Erik's a good looking guy, and it's like the more he lets himself notice the more affected he is by the attractive men he's no longer afraid to admire.
...so yeah, he's blushing harder still, because Erik is--okay, he's hot, but just thinking of it gives him a hollow, far less painful echo of that feeling. More like the wistfulness of thinking about Hawkeye, or the immediate way his mind just slams right towards Sam and suddenly the momentary ideas he's having at Erik turn into ideas about Sam and shit he's damn close to being able to cook eggs on his fucking face...
He ducks his head, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.]
Uh...I, uh--I-I mean, uh...
[Someone kill him, someone save him, someone please stop him from thinking about sex oh dear Lord.]
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...yeah. Yeah, he is, because that's the opposite happening here, sir, which is kinda how he ended up visiting his first whore during the war to begin with. Wired after a confrontation, couldn't settle with a drink, Danforth bought him a girl instead--
John makes himself look up at Erik to banish the memory. It's not a bad memory, but there's something about it...that little oasis in Hell, however good or pleasant it might be just thinking of it makes him feel so painfully alone he can't bear up under the weight of it.
So he looks at Erik. Erik's a good looking guy, and it's like the more he lets himself notice the more affected he is by the attractive men he's no longer afraid to admire.
...so yeah, he's blushing harder still, because Erik is--okay, he's hot, but just thinking of it gives him a hollow, far less painful echo of that feeling. More like the wistfulness of thinking about Hawkeye, or the immediate way his mind just slams right towards Sam and suddenly the momentary ideas he's having at Erik turn into ideas about Sam and shit he's damn close to being able to cook eggs on his fucking face...
He ducks his head, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.]
Uh...I, uh--I-I mean, uh...
[Someone kill him, someone save him, someone please stop him from thinking about sex oh dear Lord.]