But when John's response is so fucking earnest, it makes his own ire settle down a bit more, and he sighs, giving John another squeeze as he pushes his temper back down. It's easier now than it has been all week, which definitely means he's feeling normal again.
"We lost, Noel." He leans against John a little, more to remind himself that he's still there, that they're alright now. "We made it out, we- we recovered. More or less. But it went... badly."
Another light brush of his hand on John's tentacles, before he moves back to their little kitchen bench to finish off the fish before it starts to smell.
Re: what lies beneath
But when John's response is so fucking earnest, it makes his own ire settle down a bit more, and he sighs, giving John another squeeze as he pushes his temper back down. It's easier now than it has been all week, which definitely means he's feeling normal again.
"We lost, Noel." He leans against John a little, more to remind himself that he's still there, that they're alright now. "We made it out, we- we recovered. More or less. But it went... badly."
Another light brush of his hand on John's tentacles, before he moves back to their little kitchen bench to finish off the fish before it starts to smell.