John’s eyes bugged out more than just a little. “Okay, okay, stop,” he said, and David slid back against his chair, his body relaxing, his lips quirking inevitably upward into a smirk.
Oddly, he thought John’s reaction was one of the best compliments he had ever received.
“No, really, you can stop,” John said.
David blinked. “Oh, right, the smugness. No, right now, that’s all me.”
John looked like he couldn’t decide between being disturbed and amused, which seemed about right.
“You’re not what I would have expected,” he said, after a minute. “I mean, not that I would have expected any of this.”
“Right.” David chuckled. “Aliens, intergalactic space travel, yes, check. This Is Your Life airing Fridays at nine on the Sci-Fi Channel, not so much.”
John frowned. “Wait, we’re on the Sci-Fi Channel?” A nod. John’s lip jutted out. “I think I’m vaguely insulted.”
David rolled his eyes, used to this.
John was scratching at his head, absently. “What about us?” he said casually, like he was a little curious, not needing an answer. “Are we what you would have expected?”
“Yes,” David said, decisively. Then just as decisively, “No.”
That seemed about right, too.
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Re: Method
Date: 2006-03-07 11:01 am (UTC)Oddly, he thought John’s reaction was one of the best compliments he had ever received.
“No, really, you can stop,” John said.
David blinked. “Oh, right, the smugness. No, right now, that’s all me.”
John looked like he couldn’t decide between being disturbed and amused, which seemed about right.
“You’re not what I would have expected,” he said, after a minute. “I mean, not that I would have expected any of this.”
“Right.” David chuckled. “Aliens, intergalactic space travel, yes, check. This Is Your Life airing Fridays at nine on the Sci-Fi Channel, not so much.”
John frowned. “Wait, we’re on the Sci-Fi Channel?” A nod. John’s lip jutted out. “I think I’m vaguely insulted.”
David rolled his eyes, used to this.
John was scratching at his head, absently. “What about us?” he said casually, like he was a little curious, not needing an answer. “Are we what you would have expected?”
“Yes,” David said, decisively. Then just as decisively, “No.”
That seemed about right, too.
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