His eyes which had been closed slowly blink open at the kiss, leaning into the contact automatically. The apology is the last thing he expects, and it's still pretty much a new concept to him that anyone actually respects his weird bullshit - or even notices it. John's nose wrinkles, but he doesn't say anything back at first; instead reaching out to set his hand on her thigh, equally as needy.
"It's not really a game, luv, but magic doesn't like it when you pack up for the day so yeah. Thought I'd carry it through." He worries his lip between his teeth as he looks over the cards and considers how to summarize them for her, knowing he should be more honest and less flowery with his language now that she figured him out. He's never been great at apologies himself, but she deserves to at least know he feels bad too. "I didn't mean to... You were right, about the reading." In part, anyway.
After a moment, he shifts enough so he can lean his head back against hers, both enjoying the contact and needing what tiny bit of cover he can accomplish by being too close for her to see his expression.
"I think the cards picked up on..." He swallows again, not wanting this to turn into some grand confession though on some level it has to be, right? He's never said anything like this aloud to her even if he thinks it all the time. "How I need you. Even depend on you." It's something he doesn't allow himself to do pretty much ever anymore, even with Desmond he tried to keep that part of himself locked away. But she brainstorms soup recipes for him just in case he gets sick, he can admit to being a little codependent.
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"It's not really a game, luv, but magic doesn't like it when you pack up for the day so yeah. Thought I'd carry it through." He worries his lip between his teeth as he looks over the cards and considers how to summarize them for her, knowing he should be more honest and less flowery with his language now that she figured him out. He's never been great at apologies himself, but she deserves to at least know he feels bad too. "I didn't mean to... You were right, about the reading." In part, anyway.
After a moment, he shifts enough so he can lean his head back against hers, both enjoying the contact and needing what tiny bit of cover he can accomplish by being too close for her to see his expression.
"I think the cards picked up on..." He swallows again, not wanting this to turn into some grand confession though on some level it has to be, right? He's never said anything like this aloud to her even if he thinks it all the time. "How I need you. Even depend on you." It's something he doesn't allow himself to do pretty much ever anymore, even with Desmond he tried to keep that part of himself locked away. But she brainstorms soup recipes for him just in case he gets sick, he can admit to being a little codependent.