I'm not about to throw my life away again, and even if I was apparently you'd be there, turning off your emotions and just. Dealing. Because whatever, right?
[There's a quiet sigh of frustration on John's side. He's already bent so far in so many ways, compromised his moral principles to defend people like Alfie or Royce or Bucky. He's tried to maintain his ethics with regard to medicine, at least.]
That's not what I'm saying, Rhys. It's not... your life matters to me. It's not 'whatever.'
cw: suicidal ideation
I dunno what to do, Rhys. I don't feel like I can trust you or Beckett right now. I'm not sure what it'll take to change that.
cw: suicidal ideation
Whatever.
cw: suicidal ideation
That's not what I'm saying, Rhys. It's not... your life matters to me. It's not 'whatever.'