#LET’S TALK ABOUT A+ BOYFRIEND JOHN YOUNG#BECAUSE HE SURE AS HELL DOESN’T AGREE WITH HER DECISION TO BRING EVERYONE TOPSIDE#AND HE’S PROBABLY STILL BITTER AND MILDLY HUMILIATED OVER BEING BEAT AND HAVING HIS AUTHORITY CHALLENGED#HE WAS FIRM AND RESOLUTE WHEN HE SAID HE WASN’T GOING TO BE A PART OF ANY OF IT#BUT GODDAMN IF GOING TOPSIDE FOR A PARTY AND WEARING THE SUIT IS GOING TO MAKE HIS GIRLFRIEND HAPPY#HE’S DAMN WELL GONNA GO AGAINST HIS BETTER JUDGEMENT AND GO ANYWAY#plus to keep an eye on everyone bUT STILL
#THAT’S WHY I LOVE HIM#EVEN WHEN HE’S BEING A LITTLE DOUCHEBAG#BECAUSE HE WILL DO ANYTHING FOR CARA#‘OH… YOU WANT TO HAVE A LIFE WITH YOUR SISTER? WELL I BETTER GO KILL THE FOUNDER THEN’#EVEN THOUGH HE TOLD STEPHEN 'IT’S NOT WHO WE ARE’
NO BUT THE WHOLE “GO AFTER YOUR SISTER” THING. LIKE, IN THE GRAND SCHEME OF THINGS, SOPHIE COBURN’S SAFETY RANKS PRETTY DAMN FAR DOWN BELOW KILLING THE FOUNDER AND PROTECTING THEIR SPECIES. BUT HE’S WILLING TO PUT THE GROUP AT RISK BY MAKING THE MOVE ON THE FOUNDER WITHOUT HER SO SHE CAN PROTECT THE LAST TIE SHE HAS TO HER OLD LIFE AND FAMILY.
HE MAY HAVE MADE SOME SHITTY MOVES AS FAR AS HONESTLY IN THEIR RELATIONSHIP GOES, BUT THIS GUY IS WILLING TO GO AGAINST HIS VERY IDEALS FOR HER, AND THAT MAKES HIM A DAMN GOOD BOYFRIEND.
john young is basically 110% whipped for cara this is pretty much an inarguable fact
Yeah? — Looks like you were getting ready to go out.
[ a slight shake of his head accompanies the words, a smile working at his features. the remark was teasing if anything. ]
I don’t have to tell you that’s dangerous to topside on your own, Cara…
[ he’s pulling the shirt over his head as she speaks. there was no sense in hiding the fact that he’d noticed the way Cara’s eyes lingered a moment too long on his chest. in fact, he plays off it a little in his response ]
Nothing I couldn’t do at a more decent hour or with company…
[ the words trail off, and shoulders shrug ever so slightly before he continues. ]
—The usual. Survival of our species, Ultra finding us, what our next move should be. Like clockwork. Nothing to worry about.
[ pale blue eyes roll, a huff of a laugh escaping past parted lips. ]
Exactly. You don’t need to tell me it’s dangerous.
[ shooting him a sideways look, her mouth curves further, the expression itself wry as she turns away from him, dismissing his chastising with mild disinterest. ]
I can handle myself. Even the enemy has to sleep at some point —- I’m guessing before sunrise is fairly safe.
[ still. the matter is hardly worth an argument with him, especially at such an hour, and so Cara lifts slender shoulders into a tense shrug, tossing aside her jacket onto the back of a couch. ]
Yeah?
[ the grin his cheek won from her is short-lived, his following remark pulling her lips into a somber line, brows pinching in disbelief. ]
If it was just "the usual", it wouldn’t be keeping you up.
❝Yeah, well —- I’ve grown up a bit since then. Grown a spine.❞
There’s little humour in her expression, despite the upturn of her lips. Pale eyes flick upwards, settling on the figure before her —- still real, still there —- unblinking and unwavering.
❝Nelly —- ❞ God, she still chokes on the name, the lingering sense of partial guilt rendering it almost taboo to be spoken aloud. ❝It … wasn’t your fault. I know it, and you should know it, too.❞
Lips purse, pressing into a thin line, and jaw shifts, a soft exhale causing nostrils to flare briefly. Eye contact too much to bear, she casts her eyes away, swallowing thick regrets down as her shoulders sag.
❝You did what you could, got him off my back when you could. And when you —- ❞ Died? She was hardly sure that word was applicable, anymore. ❝ —- left, you gave me the chance to get out of there, too.❞
A shrug. ❝I don’t blame you. But I do miss you. And I’m sorry. About —- you know. That night —- ❞
Game night is on hold until certain people stop using telekinesis to cheat at Jenga, and telepathy to cheat at poker.