"No, of course I haven't, I just guessed," John declared, before spoiling his indignation with a raised eyebrow. He lifted the bottle to his mouth again, and finished it off.
The last of that beer was enough to settle warm in his stomach, and enabled him to force the words out. "But yeah, wanted to know you were doing okay," he explained, looking away for a moment, "after I barrelled through and fucked up your life. I swore Kitty and Ms Munroe to secrecy, so obviously no-one tattled." The glint in his eyes became a small, wry smile.
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Date: 2014-11-30 01:18 pm (UTC)The last of that beer was enough to settle warm in his stomach, and enabled him to force the words out. "But yeah, wanted to know you were doing okay," he explained, looking away for a moment, "after I barrelled through and fucked up your life. I swore Kitty and Ms Munroe to secrecy, so obviously no-one tattled." The glint in his eyes became a small, wry smile.
"Still, you can do my taxes, right?"