( john exhales sharply, fingers gripping the bottle more tightly than he cares to notice. he knows javier is right, but acknowledging that evades his interest. it’s always been easier to run away. )
there ain’t much to say, my friend.
Because you're tense more often than not. Glad I can help you relax, though.
( he watches John as he takes the drink, gaze flickering over his face. )
Wanna talk about it?
( he’s dragged out of his thoughts by the interaction, a sign of life reclaiming his eyes. he looks at javier and manages an instinctive smile, hand quick to find the bottle for a swig. )
thanks. ain’t noticed i was lookin *that tense…