[Dresden is the terrible liar, and John isn't going to entertain the idea that he has the same affliction. John knows Harry's soul, that he is kind man at his core and constantly buffeted by his better angels, so taking him at his generous word is foolish. So John won't.
It's a few minutes of walking to cross. The temperature is dropping further as the night goes on, and the grass starts to crunch with light frost. The old shoulder injury feels like there is a dagger slowly boring into it. And god, it's only Dresden nearby to see, and he's seen John's scars. John shifts his rifle over so he can press the heel of his hand against the scar, exhaling hard. Nights like this are happening too often lately.
The house is not a home, but it's glowing orange in the night, and once they cross the threshold, the A/C indeed has held the cold out.] You are invited in, Harry Dresden, with all the powers of your title. [Gard had explained that a wizard leaving his powers at the door was an acutely unpleasant experience, like having a gap in your soul. Melodramatic, but when was magical theory not?]
[John toed his boots off by the hall closet and hung up his tac-vest like it was nothing more than a jacket.] I need to put this away, [he tapped his rifle] and see about Mr. Hendricks condition. Do you need anything, maybe medical attention?
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Date: 2012-11-10 05:50 am (UTC)It's a few minutes of walking to cross. The temperature is dropping further as the night goes on, and the grass starts to crunch with light frost. The old shoulder injury feels like there is a dagger slowly boring into it. And god, it's only Dresden nearby to see, and he's seen John's scars. John shifts his rifle over so he can press the heel of his hand against the scar, exhaling hard. Nights like this are happening too often lately.
The house is not a home, but it's glowing orange in the night, and once they cross the threshold, the A/C indeed has held the cold out.] You are invited in, Harry Dresden, with all the powers of your title. [Gard had explained that a wizard leaving his powers at the door was an acutely unpleasant experience, like having a gap in your soul. Melodramatic, but when was magical theory not?]
[John toed his boots off by the hall closet and hung up his tac-vest like it was nothing more than a jacket.] I need to put this away, [he tapped his rifle] and see about Mr. Hendricks condition. Do you need anything, maybe medical attention?