[accidental video/action] Bright eyes, how can you close and fail?

[hamburellakind]

[The video starts abruptly, showcasing John's back as he walks-- something that's a little rare for him, what with the god tier flying and all --down the hall. His movements are slow and his steps are small, almost like he's not all that convinced that he wants to move forward in the first place. His hands fidget around, picking at his pants before floating up to grip the opposite elbow. The gesture seems to be his feeble attempt to keep himself from trembling anymore than he is already.

A sharp, high pitched noise tears from John's throat, and the feed ends.]

Comments

[urnewkingbitch]

Promise, it won't stop. Can't shake this shit even if I wanted ta.

[hamburellakind]

[John gives Dave an eskimo kiss, sighing softly.]

I still feel pretty shitty.

[urnewkingbitch]

Sorry yer havin' a shitty day, darlin'.

[hamburellakind]

[John grabs one of Dave's hands and squeezes it.]

Thank you.

[urnewkingbitch]

[He squeezes back.]

No problem, bright eyes.