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[jumpthegun]

I will be, but thankfully, I don't think he's quite as capable as you are on that front. We were gonna have to split up to look and wait for Sherlock, and I don't want him going down where that anomaly is and getting ideas.

[John sighs.]

I need traveling companions who aren't self-professed sociopaths.

[Awkward as it would be to admit, he'd like traveling with Alfie and Fiona best. Even with the rows, he still had Fiona to talk to after and he and Alfie have balanced out over time. Here, he has to be constantly watching his back with Sylar and making sure Sherlock does't do something completely idiotic in his general capacity as a genius.]

[devoutish]

You do pick them terribly.

[But, he thinks, he also clearly likes it.]

We did well enough, when it was us.

[jumpthegun]

We had Fiona in the middle, mate. When it was just the two of us, you pulled a knife on me and I pulled one back.

[Many weeks ago.]

I think we'd be okay now, but I'd... rather not chance staying together too long between the anomalies and the Prophet.

[devoutish]

Mm. Can't squeeze both our groups into a single bed, can we.

[jumpthegun]

Not without stacking on top of one another. I'll take one of the girls, if it comes to that, personally.

[devoutish]

I would tell you Tifa is too young for you, but--

[He's teasing you about Sheena, John.]

[jumpthegun]

I know she's...

Oh, f-! [John would slap his own face if he didn't know it would hurt like hell.]

I need to call Sheena, make sure she's all right. [He'd been so worried about Sherlock, Sheena had slipped his mind. As most of her girlfriends tended to do around Sherlock...]

[devoutish]

Not a good time to get to know a woman, is it.

[jumpthegun]

Is there ever a good time here? [John shakes his head to himself.] Maybe Sherlock's right.




Listen, I'll call you later, all right? I need to get moving down to the fire station if I'm gonna make it back here before night fall.

[devoutish]

Mm. Yeah.

Good luck, John.