Dunno, I'd rather think it didn't work out so great for them.
[He sighs, quietly, makes sure he's leaning back against the wall enough not to rest his weight on John and make it seem like he's getting too comfortable. It's not a topic to push, John's not the type who seems to want comfort or sympathy, but he can't help but feel-- a little angry, actually, on his behalf, because-]
(who has the fucking right)
[-but he tries to let it go, to keep that flicker of it from passing over, unaware it's already too late.]
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[He sighs, quietly, makes sure he's leaning back against the wall enough not to rest his weight on John and make it seem like he's getting too comfortable. It's not a topic to push, John's not the type who seems to want comfort or sympathy, but he can't help but feel-- a little angry, actually, on his behalf, because-]
(who has the fucking right)
[-but he tries to let it go, to keep that flicker of it from passing over, unaware it's already too late.]