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[wayward_dad]

[Backdated to January 2, after the blizzard has stopped.]Yesterday hadn't been too bad. Somehow he had managed to not wake up with a damned hangover. However John had escaped that was beyond him but he wasn't planning on complaining. He'd wanted to go out and check in with Sharon for a variety of reasons (to ask about Kara, to smooth over the

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[blessed_by_god]

Sharon heard someone approach outside and looked over toward the door flap just as someone knocked on the wooden frame. "Come in," she called from where she was reading on the bed, expecting it to be either Kara, or someone else from New Atlantis.

[wayward_dad]

John waited until he heard Sharon's invitation, then lifted the yurt's flap and ducked inside. Cheeks red from the cold and slight wind, he turned to fuss with the flap, making sure it was properly shut first.

When he turned around, he gave her a somewhat sheepish smile. "Hey," he greeted, keeping by the doorway.

[blessed_by_god]

John was honestly one of the last people she expected to walk through her door, and just sort of stared at him for a long moment.

"What in the world are you doing out in all that snow?" she asked. She set the book down, standing up with a glance to Hera, who was napping in her bed. "Here, take your boots off..."

[wayward_dad]

He shrugged a little, gloved hands digging deeper into the pockets of the barn coat he'd gotten from the clothes box right when all this winter weather hit. "Came to make sure you and Hera were okay," he said simply.

At her invitation, he pulled his hands out of his coat pockets and tugged the gloves off. After stuffing them in the coat pockets, he leaned down to loosen the laces of his snow-crusted work boots.