[ John manages a nod at the sir and that's---well, that's it. He can hear him retreating from where John is standing in front of his quarters still, and stands there until he can't anymore.
He's---well, he's still not exactly sure what just happened. The only thing he's real certain of is the fact that it hurt. A lot. The kind of hurt that he thought he left behind with Nancy. Just sign the papers, John. Don't make this more difficult than it needs to be.
He shakes himself, visibly, out of the memory, and hastily swipes his door open to shuffle inside. He pulls out the letters he'd stuffed in his pocket, and drops them onto the nightstand, still partially crumpled, and ---let's himself sink onto the bed.
more like a murder wtf are you talking about
He's---well, he's still not exactly sure what just happened. The only thing he's real certain of is the fact that it hurt. A lot. The kind of hurt that he thought he left behind with Nancy. Just sign the papers, John. Don't make this more difficult than it needs to be.
He shakes himself, visibly, out of the memory, and hastily swipes his door open to shuffle inside. He pulls out the letters he'd stuffed in his pocket, and drops them onto the nightstand, still partially crumpled, and ---let's himself sink onto the bed.
Way to go, John. Real good job with that. ]