[ He's— stunned, for a moment. John is just frozen like that, tensing up with his arms half raised. And then he lowers them, slowly, and pulls his body away from where Harold is standing, as if the motion could somehow reject, change what Harold is saying.
He doesn't understand. John wants nothing but to see Harold. They were so close. Harold had locked him in the vault and told him they were such good friends. He made dinner for Harold here, in Etraya. He just— he doesn't understand. Just last night Harold had demanded he stop offering to leave. It feels both distant and fresh, but he can remember how pained Harold sounded when he said it.
He doesn't know what to do, what to say. Even when Samaritan loomed over them Harold still met up with him, despite the danger to them all. They've been together for so many years, and now Harold wants to walk away. ]
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He doesn't understand. John wants nothing but to see Harold. They were so close. Harold had locked him in the vault and told him they were such good friends. He made dinner for Harold here, in Etraya. He just— he doesn't understand. Just last night Harold had demanded he stop offering to leave. It feels both distant and fresh, but he can remember how pained Harold sounded when he said it.
He doesn't know what to do, what to say. Even when Samaritan loomed over them Harold still met up with him, despite the danger to them all. They've been together for so many years, and now Harold wants to walk away. ]