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[rompot_iisous]

WHO: John Connor and Cameron Phillips
WHERE: Reese Defense Robot Labs
WHEN: RIGHT NOW SMASH
WARNINGS: Uh...none? Idk. I'll edit if that changes.
SUMMARY: buncha chatty cathies up in here
FORMAT: para

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[mobius_bound]

Luck had nothing to do with John not sleeping in the lab. His girlfriend threatening to carry him out of the lab while he was asleep was a more powerful force at work than luck was in the moment.

She gave him space to get his work done, only coming to bother him when he needed reminding to eat, or sleep, or go do something else. Or wear his glasses. Not quite nagging, or at least she hoped not, but telling him once didn't mean it would get done and they weren't think she could do for him.

So.

Right now, she was just coming back from ballet. Wondering if she should go back to the house or check up on John.

Checking up on John won.

[rompot_iisous]

He certainly didn't mind her checking up on him. Or reminding him to do things before he forgot to do them. They would probably never get done at all if she didn't. He acknowledged that much. "Hey."

[mobius_bound]

"Hey." Cameron closes the door behind her after pausing for a moment. She always pauses around him, more so than around Sarah or strangers. Probably a matter of trust or something along those lines. "Have you been home today?"

[rompot_iisous]

Trust would be a good thing. He hopes so, anyway. "Not today. Not yet."

[mobius_bound]

"Oh." She frowns a bit before moving closer. "Have you talked to Kyle?"

[rompot_iisous]

"Not yet, no. Have you?"

[mobius_bound]

"Briefly. He isn't the same." Well, obviously, but still. "I think he is the version that Sarah knew. It must make things complicated."

[rompot_iisous]

"He's not the one I saw. In the future. He's not the one who wrote that journal either." Shrugging. "I'm not sure how complicated."

[mobius_bound]

"I think it would be difficult in her position. If you died and came back here, I would be...conflicted, by that." Which is fascinating because isn't that kind of the position John is in already?

Cameron blinks, realizing the parallels, but doesn't say anything more.

[rompot_iisous]

He thinks about that. "What would you do, do you think? If there were a different John Connor?"

[mobius_bound]

"I would watch him for a while." She doesn't even have to consider her response. "It would depend on how he acted. If he had any interest in speaking to me at all."

What she's not sure of is if she'd get close again. At least as close as they are now. "It would probably be easier to revert to a protective capacity."

[rompot_iisous]

That's understandable. He has no idea what he would do if she were suddenly gone. "Maybe. I should try really hard not to let that happen."

[mobius_bound]

"The risk is higher for you to be left without me. If you went home." Frowning. "I'm sorry for that."

[rompot_iisous]

"It's not your fault. You know that?"

[mobius_bound]

"I made the decision at the time that your safety would override any personal desire...which would make it my fault, John. It wasn't as though I didn't go down there aware that I would likely not return."

[rompot_iisous]

"Oh. Well." That hadn't quite been what he meant. "It was my choice to follow you. Or him, I guess."