Serph nods, running his thumb over the back of John's knuckles like Jack had done when sitting with him. "I'm sorry. For hurting you during the moon warp."
Even though John had been the one to pitch him into the oasis (and the one to drown him), Serph hadn't exactly been particularly gentle in his response after having life breathed back into him. He'd torn into John, cut into him over and over again, partaken of his flesh and blood alike.
But Jack had said John had liked it?
The memory of that conversation completely derails his original train of thought, instead replacing what he was going to ask with, "...But you didn't seem to mind?"
There's an uncertain lilt to his voice, a small furrowing of his brows that sometimes happens when faced with some new human concept he finds particularly perplexing because it's so at odds with his understanding.
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Even though John had been the one to pitch him into the oasis (and the one to drown him), Serph hadn't exactly been particularly gentle in his response after having life breathed back into him. He'd torn into John, cut into him over and over again, partaken of his flesh and blood alike.
But Jack had said John had liked it?
The memory of that conversation completely derails his original train of thought, instead replacing what he was going to ask with, "...But you didn't seem to mind?"
There's an uncertain lilt to his voice, a small furrowing of his brows that sometimes happens when faced with some new human concept he finds particularly perplexing because it's so at odds with his understanding.