[ internalizing is something john himself excels at and he doesn't acknowledge the look will gives him regarding the cane, hoping the bruises have faded enough for them to go unnoticed. he experienced enough of them when he returned to london with a psychosomatic limp after his military career ended. except now he has a small gnarled knot of scar tissue to match his shoulder and validate the use of the cane gripped tightly in his hand. ]
It doesn't look like I have a choice. [ john remarks wryly, directing a pointed look to the empty chair and untouched can of beer next to him. though he supposes it could be april's or whoever else regularly haunts the ludgate-graham residence more than he does. admittedly though, there's a general pallor that isn't just accentuated by his dark shooting jacket being buttoned all the way up and he wets his lips, trying to keep his weight off of his bad leg. ] I wasn't interrupting anything was I?
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It doesn't look like I have a choice. [ john remarks wryly, directing a pointed look to the empty chair and untouched can of beer next to him. though he supposes it could be april's or whoever else regularly haunts the ludgate-graham residence more than he does. admittedly though, there's a general pallor that isn't just accentuated by his dark shooting jacket being buttoned all the way up and he wets his lips, trying to keep his weight off of his bad leg. ] I wasn't interrupting anything was I?