"How I survived," he snaps back. "It was my fucking body that was starving in that god-forsaken hell- t-that's going to-- fuck!"
His voice isn't raised, it's just emphatic, and he lifts his hand to card through his hair like detangling it - long but clean, no knots or filth, he has to remind himself, he's not there and he hasn't been there, but knowing he's going to makes bile rise hot and nauseous in his throat - that can help smooth his thoughts back into place.
"Have you--" He pauses, gears that were jarring from shock suddenly kicking into top speed in his mind. "W-wait, you-- ...y-you haven't asked her, have you? About whether you can tell me."
John knows Arthur, knows how he would react and how to mitigate it, to try and- and manipulate him into giving John what he wants before he approaches Natalie to broach the topic on her terms, already armed. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
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His voice isn't raised, it's just emphatic, and he lifts his hand to card through his hair like detangling it - long but clean, no knots or filth, he has to remind himself, he's not there and he hasn't been there, but knowing he's going to makes bile rise hot and nauseous in his throat - that can help smooth his thoughts back into place.
"Have you--" He pauses, gears that were jarring from shock suddenly kicking into top speed in his mind. "W-wait, you-- ...y-you haven't asked her, have you? About whether you can tell me."
John knows Arthur, knows how he would react and how to mitigate it, to try and- and manipulate him into giving John what he wants before he approaches Natalie to broach the topic on her terms, already armed. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"