"Licking their wounds," John answers, forced lightness in his tone. "One lucky bastard is sleeping."
Even now, so far removed from their lives and anything familiar, John still feels the same prickle of jealousy at the way Flint can stretch out his legs in front of him. Even waking in his pod hadn't given John back what he'd lost. And now, in some kind of darkly humorous twist, he feels as if he's lost yet another limb when his foolish, youthful broodmate got himself killed.
"I thought you would be sleeping too," John adds as he takes the cup. "Most of your people are."
On Nassau, aboard the Walrus, John had slowly acclimated to being aware of Flint. He'd thought at the time that surely he'd hit some sort of maximum. But now, sitting beside Flint on these steps, he can feel every ache in Flint's body. It's an oddly welcome distraction.
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Even now, so far removed from their lives and anything familiar, John still feels the same prickle of jealousy at the way Flint can stretch out his legs in front of him. Even waking in his pod hadn't given John back what he'd lost. And now, in some kind of darkly humorous twist, he feels as if he's lost yet another limb when his foolish, youthful broodmate got himself killed.
"I thought you would be sleeping too," John adds as he takes the cup. "Most of your people are."
On Nassau, aboard the Walrus, John had slowly acclimated to being aware of Flint. He'd thought at the time that surely he'd hit some sort of maximum. But now, sitting beside Flint on these steps, he can feel every ache in Flint's body. It's an oddly welcome distraction.