[ after the hellfire club's newest members leave where the remainder of the underground has gathered, everyone's at a loss for a while. but it's not long until they're reminded that they need to rest, pull themselves together after everything that's happened, work on finding a new location for their headquarters. in spite of everyone looking to him now that lorna's gone, marcos is in no shape to take over as leader a the moment. so clarice and john help, along with the struckers, in getting everyone settled for the night. caitlin and lauren look them over for injuries, she and reed pass out what limited rations they have and make sure places are safe before they let them settle down to sleep, and marcos and john try to figure out where they're going to head in the morning.
it's late by the time any of them get a chance to rest themselves, and clarice finds john looking out at the limited scenery their current location has to offer. she catches herself staring at his back for a moment, remembering how his suitcoat had been riddled with bullet holes only hours ago, how scared she'd been when she realized he'd been shot. evidently it didn't do much to harm him, but she still remembers the fear, even as he'd covered her to protect her from the bullets.
she shudders, but shakes it off before coming to sit beside him. he's alive. they'd...had a moment. a real moment. and his girlfriend has only recently died. it's not that she feels guilty about kissing him, not really, but she does want to know how he feels. ]
[ Maybe at some point in the future, John will look back on today and realize, just how hard it was. How today was one of the hardest days of his entire life. From morning to night, it had been difficult decisions after difficult decisions, harsh words after hard words, violence begetting more violence. Lorna turning her back on them.
John looks out the greasy window of the Nashville warehouse they've holed up in, knowing tonight is going to be yet another sleepless night. He's used to them, now. He thinks about Lorna, and about how much of her recent choices must have been influenced by Sonia's death. How many of his own choices have, as well, and then haven't. Maybe, he thinks, maybe at some point in his life, he could have loved her. But they'd drifted apart, her solutions to problems sitting uneasily on his stomach every time.
And then there was Clarice, and the way the two of them fit together, and how it spurned Sonia to make more choices he couldn't agree with. She hadn't been his girlfriend, not really. It hadn't been that kind of relationship.
It still makes him feel guilty that the moment Clarice steps close to him, all he thinks about for a second is how he could just wrap an arm around her shoulders and pull her close. ]
Hey.
[ Instead, he shifts a little, making enough space for Clarice to sit next to him if she wants to. ]
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Date: 2018-02-08 02:09 am (UTC)it's late by the time any of them get a chance to rest themselves, and clarice finds john looking out at the limited scenery their current location has to offer. she catches herself staring at his back for a moment, remembering how his suitcoat had been riddled with bullet holes only hours ago, how scared she'd been when she realized he'd been shot. evidently it didn't do much to harm him, but she still remembers the fear, even as he'd covered her to protect her from the bullets.
she shudders, but shakes it off before coming to sit beside him. he's alive. they'd...had a moment. a real moment. and his girlfriend has only recently died. it's not that she feels guilty about kissing him, not really, but she does want to know how he feels. ]
Hey.
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Date: 2018-02-08 05:59 pm (UTC)John looks out the greasy window of the Nashville warehouse they've holed up in, knowing tonight is going to be yet another sleepless night. He's used to them, now. He thinks about Lorna, and about how much of her recent choices must have been influenced by Sonia's death. How many of his own choices have, as well, and then haven't. Maybe, he thinks, maybe at some point in his life, he could have loved her. But they'd drifted apart, her solutions to problems sitting uneasily on his stomach every time.
And then there was Clarice, and the way the two of them fit together, and how it spurned Sonia to make more choices he couldn't agree with. She hadn't been his girlfriend, not really. It hadn't been that kind of relationship.
It still makes him feel guilty that the moment Clarice steps close to him, all he thinks about for a second is how he could just wrap an arm around her shoulders and pull her close. ]
Hey.
[ Instead, he shifts a little, making enough space for Clarice to sit next to him if she wants to. ]