[His brows are knitted and he looks absolutely pathetic, sentiment strengthened by how easily John's words and caresses can sway him. Wasn't it the other way around just hours ago? Petre as the one who told John what he wanted to hear, who did anything and everything to get him to react in whatever way he desired.
Except John never did it with malice. He never did it purely out of a selfish need to be in control. Whatever he felt - they felt - that was real, wasn't it? More real than anything that crossed Petre's mind in the last year.]
I liked... ourselves.
[And for the first time since he woke up again, he feels a little closer to something familiar. John is warm. He almost forgot that. He didn't know how to appreciate it before.]
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Except John never did it with malice. He never did it purely out of a selfish need to be in control. Whatever he felt - they felt - that was real, wasn't it? More real than anything that crossed Petre's mind in the last year.]
I liked... ourselves.
[And for the first time since he woke up again, he feels a little closer to something familiar. John is warm. He almost forgot that. He didn't know how to appreciate it before.]