The Morning After (RP for asthenoseonyourface)

[coatandscarf]

You should have some coffee. -JR

...John? How did you...? Nevermind. When you took my phone. Of course. I already had coffee. RH

One cup? Stingy. -JR

All I need is one, Holmes. RH

I like caffeine. -JR

When are you moving into the office? -JR

Well, I'm packing the things I need now, John, but someone keeps interrupting me. RH

Oh. Who? -JR

Go look in a mirror. Or at Jacob. It's close enough. RH

...Why? -JR

Because it's you who keeps interrupting! RH

Well I'm BORED. -JR

You're welcome to help me pack. RH

Really? Why? -JR

Because you're bored. RH

So? -JR

Just giving you something to do. You're welcome to say no. RH

I'm not saying no. -JR

But why are you helping me? -JR

There a reason I shouldn't? RH *attached is her address*

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[asthenoseonyourface]

John followed her, taking a swig of coffee and wildly grateful she wasn't crying. Yes, there were tears, but she hadn't done that thing Janie did when she cried, where she folded up and clung to him and got his shirt all wet and shook and shook and sobbed and sobbed. That was crying, real crying, and he just...had no idea how to cope with crying women.

"Noticing things." John pressed, not bothering to take a seat. He stared down at her, open and curious and cold. "I've always seen, but I didn't know what I was seeing for years." He paused, growing very still again. "I've never known anyone else that saw the way I do."

[coatandscarf]

Randy motioned for him to sit, taking another sip from the coffee. Seeing things. That was 'the thing'. It was some time before she answered, composing herself with a few more drinks from the coffee. "Noticing things, hm? I've always been observant, especially when it came to people. Always got along well with folks. But I'm not like you are. I can't read things anywhere near as well. I'm more... clinical in my analysis. People are far easier for me to read than things are."

[asthenoseonyourface]

"But there's no difference." John insisted, pacing slowly, even leisurely, ignoring her invitation to sit. "People are things...muscle and bone and tissue, vessels for information. As a doctor, you should know that."

[coatandscarf]

"There's a lot more to people than just what they're physically comprised of, John. If I was just made up of my parts, then whatever I went through in Iraq wouldn't bother me at all," she pointed out, watching him pace over her cup of coffee.