In Arduis Fidelis

“—— Greg’s fault.”

“Greg’s fault. It’s always Greg’s fault, isn’t it? What did he do this time, breathe?”

"Does it help if I tell you that you still have two in the airing cupboard?"

"Not... very much, no. Was it supposed to?"

Glad to see you alive and around!!! How have you been?!

What did I miss?

Do my eyes deceive me? Can it be?

Hello dear -snuggles-

"... can we get dinner, too?"

His fingers traveled up through John’s hair and picked a bit of lint off him. “You’re a romantic. You wanted to do it traditionally, old-fashioned. Make a big show of it.”

"You panicked," he repeated, nodding. "It's alright. I - I suppose I should have expected that. ... and you're really sure about this?"

"Well," he smirks, one eyebrow raised. "I am looking forward to that drive. ... do you think we can stop somewhere to get food, though?"

"I wasn’t expecting to see you on this, you know…" He was almost disappointed to see the doctor around here, to be honest. And a bit betrayed too. Probably because he knew, in a way, that when John wasn’t calling or when he was working late, he was actually here, fighting for money.

It worked, though - it's even paying better than actual work if I'm good enough..."