Chapter 14; Voice for John

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[[It's 3am, again, when she calls up John. Lots of things on her mind, and a good majority that she'd like to talk to someone about. And really, she'd ask Karkat, if it didn't involve good things about Dave. So John, Dave's best friend, is the next best thing.

When the message machine plays, she sighs and waits for the beep.]]

John? I realize it is awfully late, but if you could return this call, I would be much obliged.

[[And she will just leave it at that, curling up in hopes he does indeed call back.]]

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Oh! Right. Yeah. That would...that would be good.

You should too. Or at least try to.

[He still makes no effort to hang up, though.]

...Good night, Rose.

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[usedtherapy.livejournal.com]

[[And she makes little effort either.]]

Good night John.

[[Okay, finally reaching to turn off the feed. Though she pauses, and then smiles a little once more.]]

And sweet dreams.

[[And nope, you get no chance to reply without calling back, because off the feed goes.]]

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[usedwindything.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you...too...

[Yup, he just said that to a blank screen. A blank screen which he continues to stare at for a good minute after the call ended.]

[He sighs and flips the 'gear closed, pulling off his glasses and then putting them both down on the coffee table. He lays back down on the couch, rolling over onto his back and staring up at the ceiling. Casey crawls onto his chest, and after some "Eskimo kisses," she is fast asleep.]

[Sleep does not come as easily to John. It is not until after five in the morning, after being completely lost in his own thoughts for two hours, that sleep finally finds him again.]

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[[And Rose found herself staring as well, cradling the Pokegear in her hand for quite a good time afterward. She really needed to stop calling him like that, both for the sake of his health...and for the sake of her slumber.

Truth be told, she didn't get back to sleep herself. She tried, laying on the couch and staring at the wall for hours, but eventually admitted she just wasn't going to let herself drift off, wary of her dreams.

And so, five in the morning rolls around, and she's found sipping idly at a glass of coffee, reading a book she's surely read a few times now. Guile curled up nearby was at least a mild comfort. And while she really should have been focused on Dave, and why she needed to forgive him - or punch him, as both were justified at that point - her mind was on someone completely different.

This was quickly becoming a thing, and she wasn't exactly pleased with it happening.]]