Date: 2014-11-16 02:07 pm (UTC)
prodigalflame: (petulant little bitch)
"Well. Good to know." John said simply, and bundled deep down some of the hurt that came with that, the idea that Drake hadn't thought he was worth saving - although he had been knocked out rather than killed, which probably counted for something.

Probably.

"Anyway this is the kitchen, and if you're good I'll cook for you sometime." Taking another swig of beer, John smacked his lips together appreciatively and passed through the sliding door into the large, expansive living room, dominated by the 60 inch flat panel television hung against the far wall, and speakers situated in the corners of the room to provide surround sound. Nearer to this side of the room was an alcove with a small wooden dining table, able to seat 4 people comfortably. Bay windows looking onto the tangled garden, streaming in sunshine despite the hazy thin curtains. "Living room, and dining room. I have an X-Box 360, Blu-Ray and stereo sound, all the creature comforts a guy could want. Oh, and since I haven't completely answered your question, and you're probably coping with psychological whiplash, any specifics you want answering?"

John managed a deep calming breath and a crooked grin: "Look, this is hard for me, so I'm guessing it's hard for you. You sure you don't want to punch me and run screaming into the street?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
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