locked ✘ what's a wolf without a pack?
John's up on the roof of the Crowbar.
He doesn't come up here on many occasions. John isn't really the introspective sort. He doesn't stand and just think. He's a doer. To waste time pondering on the existential isn't something he's keen on doing. Not anymore. There were months after he lost his first ward where he'd fill his days with reading and thinking and wondering.
Those days are few and far in between because he's back and he has his family now.
With everything that's happened lately, he finds himself up on the roof. Rain lightly, very lightly--almost imperceptibly--starts falling, but he doesn't notice it. It's not something that bothers him, and it almost cleans up the night, makes it a little fresher than the heat they've been experiencing as of late. Chicago is always extreme with its weather; it's either too hot or too cold, but he'd rather bear the brunt of the cold, as an angel.
There are many things looming over them like a dark cloud, and he doesn't like it.
Not to mention, there's the ward business they havent't quite yet worked out. The cases have been taking up so much of their time and John's allowed that, since talking about it isn't his forte. But he can start seeing the cracks, start seeing that there are consequences to not talking, both about the issues that come with his having a ward and the decisions that are taken that affect the whole team.
And he doesn't want it to stay like this.
He doesn't come up here on many occasions. John isn't really the introspective sort. He doesn't stand and just think. He's a doer. To waste time pondering on the existential isn't something he's keen on doing. Not anymore. There were months after he lost his first ward where he'd fill his days with reading and thinking and wondering.
Those days are few and far in between because he's back and he has his family now.
With everything that's happened lately, he finds himself up on the roof. Rain lightly, very lightly--almost imperceptibly--starts falling, but he doesn't notice it. It's not something that bothers him, and it almost cleans up the night, makes it a little fresher than the heat they've been experiencing as of late. Chicago is always extreme with its weather; it's either too hot or too cold, but he'd rather bear the brunt of the cold, as an angel.
There are many things looming over them like a dark cloud, and he doesn't like it.
Not to mention, there's the ward business they havent't quite yet worked out. The cases have been taking up so much of their time and John's allowed that, since talking about it isn't his forte. But he can start seeing the cracks, start seeing that there are consequences to not talking, both about the issues that come with his having a ward and the decisions that are taken that affect the whole team.
And he doesn't want it to stay like this.