[ The second he's done it, he blinks, and the spell breaks. He loosens his grip, looking down like he's surprised himself. He notices now that soft scar tissue is unevenly spread over the palm. The hand he'd injured so severely, he wore a glove over it for years, even in the summertime. Christ.
It's a paltry apology, but he rests his fingers against the swell of flesh at the base of Harry's palm, touch light. On an exhale, he repeats, ] One of the many things I've given up. I didn't realize how distant I'd become.
[ He's not even going to stop, to wonder what Dresden was thinking. It likely doesn't matter now.
God, he's said too much. As if Dresden needed any more ammo against him. John should worry, but it's hard to care. With his free hand, he slides the tumbler away, to hell with the showy precision, letting it spin off the table to land with a thump on the plush rug.
He's still not looking at Harry. It's easier to look away, out the window, at the Mag Mile and the river glittering with sodium lamp and reflected moonlight.] The way I see it... you and I are either going to kill each other. Or we're not.
[ John sighs and shuts his eyes, feeling his age deeply for a moment. ] I can only prepare for one of those.
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Date: 2012-10-30 11:41 pm (UTC)It's a paltry apology, but he rests his fingers against the swell of flesh at the base of Harry's palm, touch light. On an exhale, he repeats, ] One of the many things I've given up. I didn't realize how distant I'd become.
[ He's not even going to stop, to wonder what Dresden was thinking. It likely doesn't matter now.
God, he's said too much. As if Dresden needed any more ammo against him. John should worry, but it's hard to care. With his free hand, he slides the tumbler away, to hell with the showy precision, letting it spin off the table to land with a thump on the plush rug.
He's still not looking at Harry. It's easier to look away, out the window, at the Mag Mile and the river glittering with sodium lamp and reflected moonlight.] The way I see it... you and I are either going to kill each other. Or we're not.
[ John sighs and shuts his eyes, feeling his age deeply for a moment. ] I can only prepare for one of those.