[Johnny's blood runs cold as he listens to Otoha go on.Those first things...those weren't so bad. Some of them he might not have shared in detail, but they were all innocent enough. The rest of it, though...he always would have tried to keep it to bare, clinical, facts if they'd ever been brought up. To know they were fresh in Otoha's mind as if they were his own...
He pushed away from the wall and moved closer to Otoha. It felt...awkward, strange, but he reached up wipe at the man's face and moved one of his hands to the back of Otoha's neck...though he couldn't quite bring himself to make eye contact.]
...You'll do no such thing. [Knowing about Barry was one thing, facing him was another, and that thought scared him more than anything.
Of course...he knew Otoha's strength, he knew it first hand now, but his fear of what Barry was capable of still made him doubt.
For now, he would push it out of his mind.]
The yakuza group, Shinjuku...ha...popularity with the ladies mister tall dark and handsome, Hanging out with Reiji...all your wounds.
[He pauses and his other hand traces where he can remember being shot and then presses to the same place on Otoha's body.]
Getting shot and how close to death...you were. Losing Reiji and the bastard who did it. [His hand bunched in the fabric of Otoha's shirt as he thought of the father that wasn't his.]
Talk about killing someone if they ever show up here...and Eko.
[All the feelings that came with that particular memory hurt, not because he felt they were his, but because he knew they were Otoha's and he just wanted to chase away those fears. Otoha wasn't like that, Johnny couldn't imagine it, he was stronger than that. And, as long as he could, Johnny wouldn't let it happen.]
Heh...I also remember our argument in the bar that night...back in Vat. [And boy was that a whole slew of other issues and fears that Johnny wanted to banish from his friend's mind.] Let me just say...it's very strange to remember that argument from both sides-
[An attempt at humor, but it sounded hallow even to his own ears.]
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He pushed away from the wall and moved closer to Otoha. It felt...awkward, strange, but he reached up wipe at the man's face and moved one of his hands to the back of Otoha's neck...though he couldn't quite bring himself to make eye contact.]
...You'll do no such thing. [Knowing about Barry was one thing, facing him was another, and that thought scared him more than anything.
Of course...he knew Otoha's strength, he knew it first hand now, but his fear of what Barry was capable of still made him doubt.
For now, he would push it out of his mind.]
The yakuza group, Shinjuku...ha...popularity with the ladies mister tall dark and handsome, Hanging out with Reiji...all your wounds.
[He pauses and his other hand traces where he can remember being shot and then presses to the same place on Otoha's body.]
Getting shot and how close to death...you were. Losing Reiji and the bastard who did it. [His hand bunched in the fabric of Otoha's shirt as he thought of the father that wasn't his.]
Talk about killing someone if they ever show up here...and Eko.
[All the feelings that came with that particular memory hurt, not because he felt they were his, but because he knew they were Otoha's and he just wanted to chase away those fears. Otoha wasn't like that, Johnny couldn't imagine it, he was stronger than that. And, as long as he could, Johnny wouldn't let it happen.]
Heh...I also remember our argument in the bar that night...back in Vat. [And boy was that a whole slew of other issues and fears that Johnny wanted to banish from his friend's mind.] Let me just say...it's very strange to remember that argument from both sides-
[An attempt at humor, but it sounded hallow even to his own ears.]