[John crouched down beside the passenger's seat while Jake fumbled to get into the vehicle, head of his hammer on the ground while he used the handle as a sort of crutch to keep balanced. He was worn out, and it showed. He looked up after a moment and tried to smile, but it wobbled terribly.]
...you're an asshole, and I'm really pissed at you for almost getting killed.
[Carefully, he shifted forward and perched on the edge of the car, where the door would rest when it was closed, and wrapped his arms around Jake's shoulders.]
But I'm also really, really fucking glad you're alive.
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Date: 2013-03-09 04:48 am (UTC)...you're an asshole, and I'm really pissed at you for almost getting killed.
[Carefully, he shifted forward and perched on the edge of the car, where the door would rest when it was closed, and wrapped his arms around Jake's shoulders.]
But I'm also really, really fucking glad you're alive.