He shouldn't feel disappointed when the doctor starts talking. It's so strange. For a short moment, he had thought he would have been told no. Even stranger because here he was, actually wanting to sit down and talk to a doctor about all this crazy stuff instead of keeping it all locked up inside. The idea that he couldn't somehow share this with someone...no. Not with just someone. He knows he wouldn't have asked if it had been his last shrink. There was just something about this man... Something that makes him feel like he could share anything with him.
Like he had once already. It felt, sitting on that couch, like he had once upon a time, poured his whole life story out to him. Not all at once, mind, but slowly, over time. His shoulders slump when the man starts but his posture returns to warm relaxation when he continues. John even grins a little.
"Dinner. Dinner sounds perfect." the way the doctor scrambles to make sure he knows it's not a date is a little disappointing, but he's not going to let that hurt him too much. The man behind the desk is painfully attractive, but John's certain that he's probably straight. This is strictly professional and nothing more.
"You have yourself a deal. And also dinner. How about the NCO Club? Normally they won't let civilians in, but they'll make an exception for you, since you'll be showing up with me." In his head, he hears the echo of a fine Louisiana accent that sounds a great deal like his voice saying something similar. Normally, saloons like this don't serve your kind, but they're going to have to. You just don't turn away someone with my name attached to them. "Unless of course you want to take this off base. I'm good with whatever." He's still grinning from ear to ear, eager to get his cleared file and get the unit transfer completed so he could be on that next transport back to Afghanistan.
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Date: 2016-11-01 05:25 am (UTC)Like he had once already. It felt, sitting on that couch, like he had once upon a time, poured his whole life story out to him. Not all at once, mind, but slowly, over time. His shoulders slump when the man starts but his posture returns to warm relaxation when he continues. John even grins a little.
"Dinner. Dinner sounds perfect." the way the doctor scrambles to make sure he knows it's not a date is a little disappointing, but he's not going to let that hurt him too much. The man behind the desk is painfully attractive, but John's certain that he's probably straight. This is strictly professional and nothing more.
"You have yourself a deal. And also dinner. How about the NCO Club? Normally they won't let civilians in, but they'll make an exception for you, since you'll be showing up with me." In his head, he hears the echo of a fine Louisiana accent that sounds a great deal like his voice saying something similar. Normally, saloons like this don't serve your kind, but they're going to have to. You just don't turn away someone with my name attached to them. "Unless of course you want to take this off base. I'm good with whatever." He's still grinning from ear to ear, eager to get his cleared file and get the unit transfer completed so he could be on that next transport back to Afghanistan.