[ Watching this, it feels like more damage being done to Dresden than any of John's weapons or fail safe plans could have managed. Secrets are like bits of pebbled glass in the mouth, and the coarseness of Dresden's voice doesn't sound like it's coming from just the mead.
What a useless, pathetic thing, that Harry feels like he has to stay in this agonizing holding pattern. John's always suspected-- no matter what transpired in their last meeting, what advances they might make, by the next time their paths cross, it was as though Harry reverted back to seeing John as his arch-nemesis.
As if their relationship had ever once been so simple. Arch-nemeses only existed in comic books and movies too dull to try for anything more honest. ]
[ John's lips are dry when he licks them, hyper-conscious of the fading warmth left against his ear where Harry had spoken so close. They're still close, and it's simple to pull Dresden off the damn table before it gives out under the weight of drunken wizardly antics. ] Get down from there, [ John murmurs, simultaneously coaxing and chiding. ]
If you decided you didn't hate me, I would not mind. I wouldn't very well go to the Tribune and sell them that secret, Harry. [ Straight answers were pricey, Dresden had said earlier. So, a secret in kind is only expected. ] I have never hated you. Even when you dared to appeal to my better angels in the Deeps, when I should have hated you, I didn't.
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Date: 2012-10-31 10:16 pm (UTC)What a useless, pathetic thing, that Harry feels like he has to stay in this agonizing holding pattern. John's always suspected-- no matter what transpired in their last meeting, what advances they might make, by the next time their paths cross, it was as though Harry reverted back to seeing John as his arch-nemesis.
As if their relationship had ever once been so simple. Arch-nemeses only existed in comic books and movies too dull to try for anything more honest. ]
[ John's lips are dry when he licks them, hyper-conscious of the fading warmth left against his ear where Harry had spoken so close. They're still close, and it's simple to pull Dresden off the damn table before it gives out under the weight of drunken wizardly antics. ] Get down from there, [ John murmurs, simultaneously coaxing and chiding. ]
If you decided you didn't hate me, I would not mind. I wouldn't very well go to the Tribune and sell them that secret, Harry. [ Straight answers were pricey, Dresden had said earlier. So, a secret in kind is only expected. ] I have never hated you. Even when you dared to appeal to my better angels in the Deeps, when I should have hated you, I didn't.