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I want to see your guard down // I want to know what's under there
It takes them entirely too long to realize their brave captain is missing, all things considered. John almost thinks it's a spell, how caught up everyone is in the aftermath of the fight and the victory. There's a celebration and laughter - more laughter than he can remember in his recent past. Nate's laugh especially is infectious, making him laugh every time despite himself. His arm around Zari's shoulder shakes and he catches her eyes and even in the midst of this crowded party he has to kiss her. He keeps it brief, but it telegraphs his intentions well enough, and he only separates from her long enough to get them both a drink.
Then it's like reality cracks and fizzles, the wall coming down suddenly as they all realize simultaneously that something is very wrong. The cups slip from John's grip, nonalcoholic punch and whatever potent concoction was in his mix falling to the ground. It seems to splatter in slow motion, staining his shirt beyond repair, something he doesn't have a chance to react to when Ava suddenly starts yelling, "Where's Sara?" Where, indeed. His expression screws up, wondering how they were all enchanted to think she was never here when despite her flaws, she's arguably the glue that holds this rag-tag group together. And what brought them together, to begin with.
Never one to get involved with the grander overtures of an emotional situation, he instead sidles up to Behrad and asks if he has any more of those magic mushrooms. With a finger to his lips, he's making his way back to Zari and gripping her arm, harder than he means to. "Something strange is afoot. Up for a trip?" He holds up the baggy for her and lifts an eyebrow. It isn't like him to ask for help before getting into trouble, but he knows she can handle herself, having already been on a visionquest herself. Besides, there's something appealing about getting to the bottom of this together.
Then it's like reality cracks and fizzles, the wall coming down suddenly as they all realize simultaneously that something is very wrong. The cups slip from John's grip, nonalcoholic punch and whatever potent concoction was in his mix falling to the ground. It seems to splatter in slow motion, staining his shirt beyond repair, something he doesn't have a chance to react to when Ava suddenly starts yelling, "Where's Sara?" Where, indeed. His expression screws up, wondering how they were all enchanted to think she was never here when despite her flaws, she's arguably the glue that holds this rag-tag group together. And what brought them together, to begin with.
Never one to get involved with the grander overtures of an emotional situation, he instead sidles up to Behrad and asks if he has any more of those magic mushrooms. With a finger to his lips, he's making his way back to Zari and gripping her arm, harder than he means to. "Something strange is afoot. Up for a trip?" He holds up the baggy for her and lifts an eyebrow. It isn't like him to ask for help before getting into trouble, but he knows she can handle herself, having already been on a visionquest herself. Besides, there's something appealing about getting to the bottom of this together.