Day 52, Afternoon; John's quarters; Attn: Christoph [F]
John walked into his quarters and pulled off his jacket tiredly. He'd spent the last few hours trying to track down people who might have seen Jackson or Zelenka the previous night. There'd been a couple botanists who confirmed Jackson had had the Dumais weapon in his possession when he was there, which meant it had disappeared somewhere between the greenhouses and Rumi and Jendar's quarters.
In between interviews, he'd exchanged emails with various people. Carson's emails weighed on him. How could the man be so "innocent" in email when he'd been so offensive in person? John slumped down on his bed, remembering how gut-punched he'd felt. When had he become so bad at choosing friends?
He looked at his watch. Christoph should be here shortly. He laid back, remembering the other man's hands on him. He stood and began to strip. As long as he was getting fucked over today, he might as well get some pleasure out of it.
In between interviews, he'd exchanged emails with various people. Carson's emails weighed on him. How could the man be so "innocent" in email when he'd been so offensive in person? John slumped down on his bed, remembering how gut-punched he'd felt. When had he become so bad at choosing friends?
He looked at his watch. Christoph should be here shortly. He laid back, remembering the other man's hands on him. He stood and began to strip. As long as he was getting fucked over today, he might as well get some pleasure out of it.