John is nodding a little. He appreciates it and that appreciation shows on his face, soft and slightly relieved. In the back of his head, he can hear a small whisper, in that lazy Cajun accent. I hate that we have to stay secret, but I won't lose you. I couldn't bare to lose you, cher. He shakes his head to clear that voice away. "Six sounds perfect to me." He stands from the couch to walk to the desk to grab the little note. He tries to ignore the jolt of warmth when his fingers brush against the doctor's as he takes it.
He doesn't hesitate in pulling out his phone. The little case has a silver fleur de lis on it. He's grinning like he's fifteen again and getting the number of a girl he likes. However, he's never liked girls... Not that he said anything until that pesky don't ask don't tell policy had gone away.
With quick fingers, he shoots off a text. John G. Robeson. See you at six.. His fancy satphone goes back into his spacious cargo pockets before picking up his approved files. "Thanks for this. I really appreciate it and I'm sure Kandahar will appreciate it too in a few months."
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Date: 2016-11-02 02:31 am (UTC)He doesn't hesitate in pulling out his phone. The little case has a silver fleur de lis on it. He's grinning like he's fifteen again and getting the number of a girl he likes. However, he's never liked girls... Not that he said anything until that pesky don't ask don't tell policy had gone away.
With quick fingers, he shoots off a text. John G. Robeson. See you at six.. His fancy satphone goes back into his spacious cargo pockets before picking up his approved files. "Thanks for this. I really appreciate it and I'm sure Kandahar will appreciate it too in a few months."