[John looks at Petre for a long time. Not an examination or a stare but a roving look, putting pieces together into a whole. He does occasionally land somewhere for a second longer than the others, though, and the thought that Petre's lips always look like he's just been kissed enters his mind for a millisecond before he forces it out.

Eventually, he's just looking Petre in the eye. Both blue-eyed, but John's are so dark that they can be mistaken for brown with a quick look, and Petre's often strike him as unnaturally pale. Negative images, but still similar.]

It's turning purple now. Not really your colour. [The bruise. Don't forget that he will always, always strike back, no matter how powerless you think he is.]