“Yeah? Man, that’s horrible. I love it.” John laughs, then blinks as the memory comes—without pain.
“I, uh…I had this buddy in my unit, Danforth. When he would fall asleep or get too drunk I had…I had this black marker I’d use to write on his face. Usually something dumb like IF FOUND RETURN TO VEGAS. Always wanted to hit Vegas together, me ‘n him.”
And as he shares the story, he’s laughing softly. He’s smiling. He’s…warm inside instead of cold. He can see him swearing at John like a fucking sailor and not in pieces in his arms.
“So, uh—yeah. I fuckin’ love a good prank. Always have.”
CW: mentions of death by explosion
“I, uh…I had this buddy in my unit, Danforth. When he would fall asleep or get too drunk I had…I had this black marker I’d use to write on his face. Usually something dumb like IF FOUND RETURN TO VEGAS. Always wanted to hit Vegas together, me ‘n him.”
And as he shares the story, he’s laughing softly. He’s smiling. He’s…warm inside instead of cold. He can see him swearing at John like a fucking sailor and not in pieces in his arms.
“So, uh—yeah. I fuckin’ love a good prank. Always have.”