[ John isn't sure if he should thank Harold for that, or what he should say. He still feels so unsure of how to talk to Harold outside of the impersonal distance their breakfast conversations have carried. It's one thing to tell Harold the facts of how the mission went and entirely another to respond to Please take care. So he's about to not reply but that also feels wrong and he's... committing to something, here. To trying. So he tries. ]
I will.
[ The next three days are miserable. He's done this before, back when Harold first recruited him, and it's thankfully not as bad this time. Still, sobering up after that many days of nonstop drinking is unpleasant. He's still not feeling 100% by the time the evening of the third day rolls around, but he's past the worst of it so he sends the text he's been thinking about. ]
Can I make breakfast tomorrow?
[ He's not sure Harold will want that. It's a breach of the space Harold has cultivated between them, John trying to close that gap again, inch by inch. It's not living together in the library again, but it's a call back to those days. But he's decided that if he wants that life back then he's going to have to work for it. ]
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I will.
[ The next three days are miserable. He's done this before, back when Harold first recruited him, and it's thankfully not as bad this time. Still, sobering up after that many days of nonstop drinking is unpleasant. He's still not feeling 100% by the time the evening of the third day rolls around, but he's past the worst of it so he sends the text he's been thinking about. ]
Can I make breakfast tomorrow?
[ He's not sure Harold will want that. It's a breach of the space Harold has cultivated between them, John trying to close that gap again, inch by inch. It's not living together in the library again, but it's a call back to those days. But he's decided that if he wants that life back then he's going to have to work for it. ]