John

[silverhand_johnny]

Johnny had been busy entertaining Kerry, who was only in town for two more days, but Johnny had convinced to go enjoy a day of being a tourist on his own today. He loved the fucker, would miss him when he fucked back off to New York, but- He also could only deal with that love-sick puppy-dog gaze for so long. He needed a break- And to grab a couple of shirts he'd left at John's

"Open up, choom. I just need to grab my shit," he said as he knocked. Though it wasn't John who opened the door- It was some dinky looking twink in desperate need of a haircut.

"You're not the man who brings the fried fish," Fawn noted, tilting his head and leaning in to give Johnny a curious sniff.

"Who the actual fuck are you, and what middle school did John steal you from?" Johnny asked flatly.

"I am fawn, I don't go to school. ...I like your arm, it's shiny," the fae noted, reaching to touch it- Only to be lightly swatted away by Johnny.

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[petty_dabbler]

John ducked into the bedroom with a bright, boyish grin.

"I'm going to duck down to the pub with Johnny for a pint, love. I won't be late," he said softly as he rushed into some clothes.

[silverhand_johnny]

Fawn huffed and rolled over, pretending to be asleep.

...He was a dreadful pretender.

Johnny lingered by the door, leading the way out once John was ready.

[petty_dabbler]

John didn't hesitate to leave and was right on Johnny's heel on the way out.

"The Duck's open again. They fixed it up after the fire. Come on," he said. The only reason he liked the pub was that it was close. The pub closest to your own bed was always the best pub.

[silverhand_johnny]

Johnny nodded, keeping pace with John as they walked.

"Seriously, where'd the kid come from, John? You in some shit? You need help?" he asked.

[petty_dabbler]

"It's sort of complicated," John said. "I did this job..."

He told him of Julian, of Alu, and all about Fawn. As he spoke it became increasingly apparent that he truly had feelings for the little fae.

"So...that's the shape of it," he said.

[silverhand_johnny]

"Oh fuck, you like him," Johnny accused, pulling a face. "You know that's a fucking mistake, right?"

[petty_dabbler]

"Mistake's already been made, mate. Too late to walk it back," he shrugged. "And I can't send him back...and I can't kick him out..."

[silverhand_johnny]

"Of course you can," Johnny argued. "You just don't want to. Not the same thing."

[petty_dabbler]

"To be fair, I thought he'd move on. Like you did," he said. "I didn't mean to like him."

[silverhand_johnny]

"Don't put this on me," Johnny snorted. "I didn't move out so you could gather new strays."

[petty_dabbler]

"You two are only the most recent in a long line of strays," John chuckled. "Nasty habit. Worse than smoking.:

[silverhand_johnny]

"Yeah, no shit. You should quit," Johnny replied, shaking his head. "Look, I'm not going to tell you how to live, but that kid is trouble. He reeks of it."

[petty_dabbler]

"He's just curious," John scoffed. "He's not going to hurt anyone."

[silverhand_johnny]

"Right," Johnny replied dryly.

[petty_dabbler]

"He's not!" John insisted. "I'll take care of him until he wants to go. And enjoy it while I do. That's all."

He sort of cringed, though. What if he was deluding himself? What if Johnny could see something in Fawn he was blind to because of his affection?

That would actually be...pretty normal.

[silverhand_johnny]

"Just be careful, that's all I'm saying," Johnny replied, finishing his smoke and flicking away the butt.

[petty_dabbler]

"I am the most careful man you'll ever meet," John assured him. A fucking lie. An outright fucking lie. Such a lie that he couldn't not laugh.

[silverhand_johnny]

"You're an idiot," was all Johnny said to that.

[petty_dabbler]

"I probably am, but it's never held me back. And you're one to talk. Tell me about Kerry, this time," he said, hoping to distract Johnny from his failings.

[silverhand_johnny]

Johnny grunted, then shook his head.

"Idiot found out I was in London and insisted he come see me," he replied. "Brought my guitar."

[petty_dabbler]

"You are never going to shake him," he replied. "I don't see that ever happening. In any world."

[silverhand_johnny]

Johnny grunted again, frowning deeply.

"I told him he can't stay."

[petty_dabbler]

"Why'd you go and do that?" John asked. "You might wind up happy for five minutes?"

[silverhand_johnny]

"He has a solo career, a good one. He has a fucking wife and a kid on the way," Johnny replied.

And yeah, he knew in his heart Kerry would never be happy with her, that a divorce was inevitable, but he didn't want to be the cause.

[petty_dabbler]

John watched him a long moment.

"Mm-hmm," he intoned, then took a swallow of beer.

"We're a couple top scholars, aren't we? How do we get ourselves involved in this shit?"