David was quiet when John finished telling his story. They’d moved from the mess to one of the balconies: John spoke without emotion, staring into space, out over the ocean.
It was really beautiful. Better than the best special effect.
“So,” John said: the silence stretching, David staring at his hands. “About that favor...”
David looked up, his stomach dropping.
“I love this city,” John said suddenly, and David blinked, following without following.
“I love this city,” John repeated, his knuckles white on the rail, “and I’d really appreciate it if you people stopped fucking with it for entertainment value.”
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Re: Method
Date: 2006-03-06 11:06 pm (UTC)It was really beautiful. Better than the best special effect.
“So,” John said: the silence stretching, David staring at his hands. “About that favor...”
David looked up, his stomach dropping.
“I love this city,” John said suddenly, and David blinked, following without following.
“I love this city,” John repeated, his knuckles white on the rail, “and I’d really appreciate it if you people stopped fucking with it for entertainment value.”