Those first nights in the Convoy, John moves cautiously through the cars. He opens every door like he's expecting something dangerous to lurk behind it, and startles at every sound of another person moving nearby. He tries to cover his skittishness with a glowering frown, but on his scarred and narrow face, it just makes him look even more pitiful.
He carries a threadbare bundle of dark fabric— the tatters of an old car cover, apparently— with his scavenged items inside. Sometimes you'll catch him rummaging through the abandoned shop cars, looking for trinkets to add to his collection. Never has a man looked so intent and serious about a scrap of fabric or a broken wrench.
At night, he chooses an out-of-the-way sleeping cabin and grumbles a wary hello to anyone already inside. It doesn't seem to occur to John that he should undress: he simply takes off his shoes, sets down his bag within his line of sight, and crawls into bed. He plans to stay silently alert to any danger posed by his bunkmate, except...
"Oh," he murmurs, into the dark. The blankets rustle as he nestles deeper, rolls his cheek against the cool pillowcase, and breathes a shivery sigh. "Oh, wow, this... this is very nice."
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Those first nights in the Convoy, John moves cautiously through the cars. He opens every door like he's expecting something dangerous to lurk behind it, and startles at every sound of another person moving nearby. He tries to cover his skittishness with a glowering frown, but on his scarred and narrow face, it just makes him look even more pitiful.
He carries a threadbare bundle of dark fabric— the tatters of an old car cover, apparently— with his scavenged items inside. Sometimes you'll catch him rummaging through the abandoned shop cars, looking for trinkets to add to his collection. Never has a man looked so intent and serious about a scrap of fabric or a broken wrench.
At night, he chooses an out-of-the-way sleeping cabin and grumbles a wary hello to anyone already inside. It doesn't seem to occur to John that he should undress: he simply takes off his shoes, sets down his bag within his line of sight, and crawls into bed. He plans to stay silently alert to any danger posed by his bunkmate, except...
"Oh," he murmurs, into the dark. The blankets rustle as he nestles deeper, rolls his cheek against the cool pillowcase, and breathes a shivery sigh. "Oh, wow, this... this is very nice."