"Mmn," Jon gives the derisive sound with a small shrug. "I guess you've got me there. All a part of this ecosystem, or something."
That loathing, Olivia gets in spades as she pulls her hand back. The dulled touch ensures it; he's more aware of it anytime anyone slots their hand into it, and in his waking life, he's not had enough of a run-in with the Flesh to know that loathing is exactly what she's after. The most that catches on his radar at this very moment, not looking for it as he perhaps ought to be, is that she reached for it by being drawn to that scar. Perhaps he should be looking harder. That's a later-Jon problem. (Hopefully.)
"It's a long-winded story, but to give you the short of it, we stopped the Stranger's ritual with explosives. Apparently, I'd gotten knocked into a coma, but that's close enough to death to bring me here," Jon explains, possibly too-casual. Cut him some slack, he's had a lot of time to think about it. "And yourself?"
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Date: 2025-01-11 01:08 am (UTC)That loathing, Olivia gets in spades as she pulls her hand back. The dulled touch ensures it; he's more aware of it anytime anyone slots their hand into it, and in his waking life, he's not had enough of a run-in with the Flesh to know that loathing is exactly what she's after. The most that catches on his radar at this very moment, not looking for it as he perhaps ought to be, is that she reached for it by being drawn to that scar. Perhaps he should be looking harder. That's a later-Jon problem. (Hopefully.)
"It's a long-winded story, but to give you the short of it, we stopped the Stranger's ritual with explosives. Apparently, I'd gotten knocked into a coma, but that's close enough to death to bring me here," Jon explains, possibly too-casual. Cut him some slack, he's had a lot of time to think about it. "And yourself?"