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london_spy) wrote2020-06-06 06:05 pm
london_spy) wrote2020-06-06 06:05 pm
John - Post Asylum
He'd woken up in his own bed. Alone. Safe. Normal. Danny didn't understand why or what that meant. His first instinct was to call Greg, but his phone wasn't working at all. the screen was shattered and when he plugged it in there was no sign of life.
He supposed he'd have to go get a new one.
Coffee in hand he found himself just walking, past the hospital where Greg should be checking in for his shift, past the flat Hex shared with Flynn and the others, then past the hotel where John had been staying. He could have gone into any off those places, but he just wasn't brave enough to see who was there and who remembered him.
He stared at John's hotel a beat longer, then began to walk again.
He supposed he'd have to go get a new one.
Coffee in hand he found himself just walking, past the hospital where Greg should be checking in for his shift, past the flat Hex shared with Flynn and the others, then past the hotel where John had been staying. He could have gone into any off those places, but he just wasn't brave enough to see who was there and who remembered him.
He stared at John's hotel a beat longer, then began to walk again.
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"Yeah, I got a cheap one. Doesn't do emojis or gifs or, well, pictures. But texts will come through."
You get what you pay for, he reckoned.
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"I'll text you then," Danny smiled. "If that's alright, that is."
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"I'd like it if you did," he said, even though he knew the best thing for both of them would be to walk away now. No harm, no foul. No one hurt. Just a nice memory.
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"Cool," Danny said simply and quietly, smiling brightly and picking up his backpack. "Talk to you later then."
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John was certain that when Danny did talk to Greg there wouldn't be a text. Probably for the best.
"I'll see you, Danny," he said gently, then slipped into his coat to go.