John’s eyes were dark and hooded. David remembered watching the dailies for the episode where Sheppard executed the Wraith in its cell; remembered feeling a bit of chill and congratulating Joe afterward, buying him a beer.
“It’s not like that,” he repeated. “We don’t—I don’t understand how this works. You’re ahead of us, your timeline...”
That dark gaze flickered over him, judging. “This is my life,” John said. “It’s not—”
David nodded. “I understand.”
Then he said, “Christ! You’re supposed to be having the existential crisis, not me!”
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Re: Method
Date: 2006-03-06 11:18 pm (UTC)John’s eyes were dark and hooded. David remembered watching the dailies for the episode where Sheppard executed the Wraith in its cell; remembered feeling a bit of chill and congratulating Joe afterward, buying him a beer.
“It’s not like that,” he repeated. “We don’t—I don’t understand how this works. You’re ahead of us, your timeline...”
That dark gaze flickered over him, judging. “This is my life,” John said. “It’s not—”
David nodded. “I understand.”
Then he said, “Christ! You’re supposed to be having the existential crisis, not me!”
Maybe, John cracked a grin.
***
And now I really gotta go to bed.