[It's a real effort not to sag with relief when he feels the order hit him, that strange shifting of his thoughts like gears reversing of their own accord.
It's over. He did it.
And once again, there's very little satisfaction, because Petre almost looks hurt beneath all that anger. It's not possible, not something he feels at all, but John can't help seeing it. There's no winning in this, not if Petre only shows his weakness when John refuses something he has every right to refuse - it's there, he has to acknowledge it, but it's still selfish and unfair. So why does it eat at him?]
Go clean up. Want me to grab you something from the kitchen? [He is a regular kitchen raider, after all, and it's one of the few things on which they give him a pass. It's some way he can - not apologise, there's no fucking reason to apologise, or thank him. He doesn't know why he wants to do it.]
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It's over. He did it.
And once again, there's very little satisfaction, because Petre almost looks hurt beneath all that anger. It's not possible, not something he feels at all, but John can't help seeing it. There's no winning in this, not if Petre only shows his weakness when John refuses something he has every right to refuse - it's there, he has to acknowledge it, but it's still selfish and unfair. So why does it eat at him?]
Go clean up. Want me to grab you something from the kitchen? [He is a regular kitchen raider, after all, and it's one of the few things on which they give him a pass. It's some way he can - not apologise, there's no fucking reason to apologise, or thank him. He doesn't know why he wants to do it.]