The Causeway, Monday Evening

[apocalypsesoon]

John stood on the causeway, letting two years of memories wash over him as he stands amidst his bags, not quite ready to go off into the wild blue yonder.

[ooc: John Connor goodbye post. slowplay as work computer = brokenated hard drive]

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[misshargrove]

"Hi, John," Annette said softly as she made her way towards him.

[apocalypsesoon]

"Hey, Annette. How's things?"

[misshargrove]

"Going pretty good." She paused, looking at him. "You're leave, huh?"

[apocalypsesoon]

"Yep. Taking off for a bit, at least."

[misshargrove]

She nodded and looked down, mumbling, "Going to miss you."

[apocalypsesoon]

"I almost didn't hear you, Hargrove," he said, trying to smile.

[misshargrove]

She still didn't look up, she just shuffled her foot and repeated, "I said I'm going to miss you, John."

[apocalypsesoon]

"I'm shocked. I thought you'd be glad to be rid of me," he said with a small smile.

[misshargrove]

"Don't say that John, you know I've only just ever teased you." She said, meeting his eyes now.

[apocalypsesoon]

"Are you sure? Cuz... I'm pretty sure I've got scar tissue and such. I'll never be whole again," he says with a straight face. Ignore that smirk in the corner of his mouth.

[misshargrove]

Annette blinked, then her bottom lip began to wibble a little bit. Woe.

[apocalypsesoon]

John's lip had been stuck in wibble mode since Blondy came up to him. Woe. He tried to hold on to the smile.

[misshargrove]

She couldn't. She couldn't hold on to a smile or nothing, and blinking away the tears that gathered in her eyes, she stepped close to him and wrapped her arms up around his neck.

[apocalypsesoon]

And John's allergies got really bad as he started crying. "I'm messing up your hair," he informed her, totally not blubbering.

[misshargrove]

"I don't care. It's messy anyway and why do you have to leave now?"

[apocalypsesoon]

"I like your hair messy. Makes you less of a princess, Princess," he said. "An' I'm leavin' cuz it's time."