John watches her step forward and studies her a long moment. Anger simmers under his skin, desperate for an outlet. Even if he'd readily throw himself into gunfire for Elizabeth, right now -- right now some part of him thinks she should hurt as much as he has. His head still hurts, and as damp and cool as the alleyway might be right now John feels feverishly hot. He doesn't process it, though. Instead, he takes a slow step back toward her. The world swims a little as he pushes off the wall he'd stop to lean against and John thinks if I throw up that would really prove my point huh. It doesn't matter.
Instead, he tries for his best cynical smile -- all bratty sharp edges, arrogant disinterest. Like he doesn't think she can do this, doesn't think her capable.
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John watches her step forward and studies her a long moment. Anger simmers under his skin, desperate for an outlet. Even if he'd readily throw himself into gunfire for Elizabeth, right now -- right now some part of him thinks she should hurt as much as he has. His head still hurts, and as damp and cool as the alleyway might be right now John feels feverishly hot. He doesn't process it, though. Instead, he takes a slow step back toward her. The world swims a little as he pushes off the wall he'd stop to lean against and John thinks if I throw up that would really prove my point huh. It doesn't matter.
Instead, he tries for his best cynical smile -- all bratty sharp edges, arrogant disinterest. Like he doesn't think she can do this, doesn't think her capable.
He wants her to try.
"You making it an order?"