[ The house is big. Big enough to get lost in, big enough to where Harry just couldn't figure out why some people felt they needed so many rooms. It was different for John. That much he knew after looking after the memories of what made the guy tick at his core for so many years. He follows in John's wake, because while he's the type of man who's rather lead (use the physical advantage known as his legs to his advantage), this is one of the few moments he's seemingly content to trail along behind. He's not a hurricane on a leash, but he does feel that the moment has granted him the opportunity to contemplate the shapes that make up the man.
From behind. Now, he might be overthinking it, but Harry's pretty sure that John doesn't just turn his back on anyone he knows could cause him serious harm. Let alone Harry, himself. So, he covets the moment quietly - eyes zigzagging down the length of the man's body (he had nice shoulders, and that reminds Harry that John's old scar was hurting earlier), right to his ankles. It's one of the few times he's consciously gone and appreciated the way another body was put together, was aware of it - but not enough to stop him from jolting when he realized that the door was being held for him. The message clear.
Harry deliberately swans in, fumbling over his own two feet when he recognizes the lived-in state of the bedroom. Ah, so not just a guest room. John's room. And it's with that, that he casts his things out - puts his staff against the wall, throws his duster messily over whatever it lands on and proceeds to claim John's bedroom with his scattered presence in the name of 'Harry Dresden, professional wizard'. ]
Be honest with me, okay? [ Quietly, he looks over his shoulder. Then jerks a head at the bed. ] Am I going to drown if I dive into that?
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Date: 2012-11-20 04:40 am (UTC)From behind. Now, he might be overthinking it, but Harry's pretty sure that John doesn't just turn his back on anyone he knows could cause him serious harm. Let alone Harry, himself. So, he covets the moment quietly - eyes zigzagging down the length of the man's body (he had nice shoulders, and that reminds Harry that John's old scar was hurting earlier), right to his ankles. It's one of the few times he's consciously gone and appreciated the way another body was put together, was aware of it - but not enough to stop him from jolting when he realized that the door was being held for him. The message clear.
Harry deliberately swans in, fumbling over his own two feet when he recognizes the lived-in state of the bedroom. Ah, so not just a guest room. John's room. And it's with that, that he casts his things out - puts his staff against the wall, throws his duster messily over whatever it lands on and proceeds to claim John's bedroom with his scattered presence in the name of 'Harry Dresden, professional wizard'. ]
Be honest with me, okay? [ Quietly, he looks over his shoulder. Then jerks a head at the bed. ] Am I going to drown if I dive into that?