Summary: John is sitting with his back against the wall, arms curled around bent knees, staring out, across the towers of the East pier, to the ocean.
Disclaimer: *sing-song* Not mine, not mine, not mine *sing-song* *Peeks out from under eyelashes* *whispers* Is that enough?
For a moment, when Rodney finally drags himself back to their room at
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