Don't. [He tilts his head to press his face against Petre's hair, despite a strong and rather deranged urge to rip it all right out at the roots now that what it represents doesn't hold sway any longer. Over either of them.] Don't worry about me, I've survived way fucking worse. If you're gonna cry, do it for yourself.
[Not something he'd recommend to many people, since crying over anything is pretty piss-weak and crying for yourself is basically the bottom of the barrel. But he's starting to realize how much Petre must have lost in that fog of amnesia - more than that, the strange period of total dissociation into another self - and just how much he has to grieve now that he's back with both selves intact in his memory. If he needs to cry it out a bit, John'll allow that; he just won't let it be over a few mind games and some (both intense and not terribly difficult on Petre's side) coercion.
Another little shift of his head and his nose and mouth are pressed against the side of Petre's head, kissing softly and breathing in the sickly sweet chemical scents of styling product he hopes he'll never have to smell again. He lifts a hand to cradle Petre's head, the other rubbing his back in gentle circles.]
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[Not something he'd recommend to many people, since crying over anything is pretty piss-weak and crying for yourself is basically the bottom of the barrel. But he's starting to realize how much Petre must have lost in that fog of amnesia - more than that, the strange period of total dissociation into another self - and just how much he has to grieve now that he's back with both selves intact in his memory. If he needs to cry it out a bit, John'll allow that; he just won't let it be over a few mind games and some (both intense and not terribly difficult on Petre's side) coercion.
Another little shift of his head and his nose and mouth are pressed against the side of Petre's head, kissing softly and breathing in the sickly sweet chemical scents of styling product he hopes he'll never have to smell again. He lifts a hand to cradle Petre's head, the other rubbing his back in gentle circles.]