Oh and now I get a babysitter. John's thought patterns are not very nice for a few moments, but he says nothing. Much shorter than the average pilot, and by this point, probably older than most of them too, John doesn't fit in with these people. He never really thought he had to be honest but Harry had wanted so very badly to join the program and as siblings seem to be the best candidates for Drift Compatibility, she'd dragged him right to the Academy when it opened up.
John had excelled there. Found happiness there. His own career put aside, he didn't let the instructors break him or for a moment, even make him think about civilian life as a doctor. He didn't let the constant drills, the combat readiness training, or even his sister's deterioration get to him.
"I can probably show myself around," John says, trying to keep up with Sherlock and having to half run with him. The tremouring hand of his is slumped into his pocket as long legs stride his 'guide' well ahead of him.
He doesn't like him, he decides immediately. His opinion of the other is formed through this very brief interaction and sure, it might be a little premature, but John tends to be right about people.
Arrogance buys you nothing but cockiness and okay, you need some of that to get through life, sure. But this? This is something more.
"Listen--" Ugh, what an arse! "If you just point me to--"
Oh. John pauses in front of the launch room. He ought to follow Sherlock to the left but instead he moves off into the main hangar. There are three Jaegers housed here. He never fought alongside either of the others and they are all new, Mark-Vs. They don't draw his attention the way that she does, though. Standing here now reminds him of the first time he'd seen her. Vatican Cameo. Oh, he'd fallen in love so hard.
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Date: 2013-08-04 10:11 am (UTC)John had excelled there. Found happiness there. His own career put aside, he didn't let the instructors break him or for a moment, even make him think about civilian life as a doctor. He didn't let the constant drills, the combat readiness training, or even his sister's deterioration get to him.
"I can probably show myself around," John says, trying to keep up with Sherlock and having to half run with him. The tremouring hand of his is slumped into his pocket as long legs stride his 'guide' well ahead of him.
He doesn't like him, he decides immediately. His opinion of the other is formed through this very brief interaction and sure, it might be a little premature, but John tends to be right about people.
Arrogance buys you nothing but cockiness and okay, you need some of that to get through life, sure. But this? This is something more.
"Listen--" Ugh, what an arse! "If you just point me to--"
Oh. John pauses in front of the launch room. He ought to follow Sherlock to the left but instead he moves off into the main hangar. There are three Jaegers housed here. He never fought alongside either of the others and they are all new, Mark-Vs. They don't draw his attention the way that she does, though. Standing here now reminds him of the first time he'd seen her. Vatican Cameo. Oh, he'd fallen in love so hard.
So hard.