John is still…having a bit of a rough time adjusting to being back. Work helps, the whole Merrymeet thing—well it wasn’t bad, but he never meant to even go.
This is no exception, he learns about the potluck but he’s planning to visit Co at the farm and head home after work.
…but the thing is, it’s a bad day. It’s a really bad day, and he’s self aware enough to know that going home to sit alone in his place is a bad fucking idea.
So he just…hovers. He wanders around, can’t bring himself to eat anything despite the smells in the air (good, all good, good enough he reminds himself about two dozen times about the leftover stew back at his place when he’s done failing at being social), and takes note of the new faces. He sees a couple he knows, a few that are familiar…
But after three years and a lot more bullshit to contend with, he can’t quite trust his memory enough to approach anyone.
Spot the commando ghost on the fringes? Go. Talk to him. This sack is sad and needs friends.
John Rambo - CW: very mild disordered eating habits/phobias
This is no exception, he learns about the potluck but he’s planning to visit Co at the farm and head home after work.
…but the thing is, it’s a bad day. It’s a really bad day, and he’s self aware enough to know that going home to sit alone in his place is a bad fucking idea.
So he just…hovers. He wanders around, can’t bring himself to eat anything despite the smells in the air (good, all good, good enough he reminds himself about two dozen times about the leftover stew back at his place when he’s done failing at being social), and takes note of the new faces. He sees a couple he knows, a few that are familiar…
But after three years and a lot more bullshit to contend with, he can’t quite trust his memory enough to approach anyone.
Spot the commando ghost on the fringes? Go. Talk to him. This sack is sad and needs friends.