![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
headjackedHeyyyyyyyy, kiddo, you've reached me. Me who is Rhys. Anyway, not sure why you're trying to get in contact with the king of the dweebs, but I'm sure you've got your reasons. Reasons you should probably re-examine. I'm just sayin'.
Last chance to back out.
No?
Don't say I didn't warn ya.
Last chance to back out.
No?
Don't say I didn't warn ya.
video
Date: 2017-02-14 02:16 pm (UTC)Darling, I'm not the one who decides when I talk. That's all you.
He licks his lips and steels himself to maintain focus as he flips over to video. John has really slept in several days, so he's looking haggard atop everything else. He forces a small smile for Rhys, though.]
Good to be back to myself, if not here.
[Just keep it brief. Don't give an opportunity or reason to elaborate.]
no subject
Date: 2017-02-26 04:57 am (UTC)[ Rhys projects an air of gentle, oblivious teasing, but in reality, he's watching John's eyes. Watching and waiting. ]
no subject
Date: 2017-02-26 05:02 am (UTC)John rubs his eyes to cover for the urge to look away.]
Not much time for that, is there? I'll manage, Rhys. Is Angel doing all right? I know Claire was with you last I heard, too.
no subject
Date: 2017-02-26 05:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-02-26 05:14 am (UTC)The doctor frowns slightly, pointedly not looking at Mary in irritation.]
I said I'll manage. I've been a little wound, so I'll sleep tonight.
[Implying you haven't slept any other nights. Maybe not the best strategy.
This time, John can't help it. He shoots Mary an annoyed glance. He really doesn't need the running commentary.]
no subject
Date: 2017-02-26 05:18 am (UTC)[ There. That there. It's plain as day to someone who used to do the same, on the regular. He points an accusitory finger, but keeps his voice level.
Whatever this is, it isn't John's fault, but it's gotta be addressed. ]
D -- John. I'm one of the very few, if not ONLY, people-slash-person you can't fool when it comes to stuff like this.
no subject
Date: 2017-02-26 05:22 am (UTC)John clears his throat.]
Leave it, Rhys. It's not important.
no subject
Date: 2017-02-26 05:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-02-26 05:27 am (UTC)[Maybe not digitally...
Muttered under his breath:]
Not funny.
[It's not like Rhys hasn't already figured it out.]
no subject
Date: 2017-02-26 05:32 am (UTC)And I trusted you with that.
no subject
Date: 2017-02-26 05:35 am (UTC)John bristles visibly, starting to feel boxed in.]
I told you who it was.
no subject
Date: 2017-02-26 05:39 am (UTC)[ Point. Blank. Stare. It could still be General Corporal Sergeant Whoeverthefuck Dr. John said, he knows, but why would he be this defensive? ]
no subject
Date: 2017-02-26 05:42 am (UTC)I'd really rather not talk about this, Rhys. It's not going to be a danger to anyone here.
no subject
Date: 2017-02-26 05:47 am (UTC)[ Rhys sighs, his usual level of drama evident in the huff, before he shakes his wrist a few times and holds it up to the camera. A gaudy bangle with a wire wrapped around it. A brilliant blue, glowing iris serving as a gemstone. ]
There's my last secret.
no subject
Date: 2017-02-26 05:52 am (UTC)You kept Handsome Jack?
no subject
Date: 2017-02-26 05:57 am (UTC)[ I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream, anyone? ]
no subject
Date: 2017-02-26 06:00 am (UTC)Definitely keeping him alive like that, Mary chimes in, looking somewhat wary. He deserves it, mind.
The doctor sighs, rubbing his eyes again.]
Y'know what? Fine. That's fine.
It's... my wife. My dead wife. I'm seeing her. Happy?