[ Wisely, perhaps kindly, Harry doesn't make a comment on the gesture. A few weeks ago, he'd been inebriated and getting nice and intimate with the skin of John's torso (don't think about that), and knew the scar for what it was. Something that hurt on a cold night, during a battle, when finally alone and able to run a hand over it and remember it for what it was. Harry's got old scars, just like the one on his face - marred by splinters and abrasions, and he knows them for how they feel. Just like how John feels.
So, carefully, he drifts closer. A casual gesture - for all anyone knew, the path was a little more even where John was - that put him nearly shoulder to shoulder with the other man. There wasn't a sound from him, but a quiet offering. The sort given when hauling a comrade out of hell, the promise of a shoulder to lean on in time of need. He almost offered to take the rifle, a hand twitching up to mirror his thoughts, before catching sight of that status-symbol house he'd never come back to since that October night with the wolves and the agents and all the rest. ]
[ Of course he lingered in the doorway until invited in, and left his own shoes on in defiance -- how big did a place need to be. It looked empty, in that way only houses built ill-proportioned to human life did. ] Uh, [ stop gaping at the place jeeze ] just point me to the bathroom and a first aid kit, I'll clean myself up. Tell Cujo I said 'hi' and 'get well soon'?
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Date: 2012-11-11 01:48 am (UTC)So, carefully, he drifts closer. A casual gesture - for all anyone knew, the path was a little more even where John was - that put him nearly shoulder to shoulder with the other man. There wasn't a sound from him, but a quiet offering. The sort given when hauling a comrade out of hell, the promise of a shoulder to lean on in time of need. He almost offered to take the rifle, a hand twitching up to mirror his thoughts, before catching sight of that status-symbol house he'd never come back to since that October night with the wolves and the agents and all the rest. ]
[ Of course he lingered in the doorway until invited in, and left his own shoes on in defiance -- how big did a place need to be. It looked empty, in that way only houses built ill-proportioned to human life did. ] Uh, [ stop gaping at the place jeeze ] just point me to the bathroom and a first aid kit, I'll clean myself up. Tell Cujo I said 'hi' and 'get well soon'?