[ well, that's .. pardon his complete lack of eloquence, but that's balls. questions are meant to be answered, and he's found that the only time you get the run-around is when there's something weird going on. hm .. interesting.
he'd be glad to know the other is beginning to feel comfortable. because for all he's concerned, this will be john's new home for quite a while; every member of his crew is an extension of the family he'd never really had, as much as he loves his brother and mother. ( stepdad can go suck a dick, though. ahem. )
the corner of his mouth curls into something of a more wry smile at that comment. he'll never stop anyone from thinking - or saying, out loud - that they think positively of him. he doesn't .. necessarily push his opinion of himself on anyone, but more or less, he does boast quite a bit. and he likes to think that he always gives them a reason to listening to his nonsense in the first place, because he makes a truth out of his posturing.
that whole constant need to prove himself, thing .. yeah, it's not something that's going to go away anytime soon.
at that, he makes a thoughtful sound. ] So .. what were things like for you? Back then, I mean? [ because it's pretty difficult for him to think that there weren't always vulcans or klingons roaming around in their own little bit of space.
or, in the klingons' case, any space they wanted that didn't belong to the federation.
that quirk of a brow is more than a little intriguing, if he does say so himself, and he chuckles low in the back of his throat. nods in ascension. ] Red wine .. I know all we've got programmed into the replicators is that fake crap, but you show me what you've got, and I'll see to it that you have it.
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he'd be glad to know the other is beginning to feel comfortable. because for all he's concerned, this will be john's new home for quite a while; every member of his crew is an extension of the family he'd never really had, as much as he loves his brother and mother. ( stepdad can go suck a dick, though. ahem. )
the corner of his mouth curls into something of a more wry smile at that comment. he'll never stop anyone from thinking - or saying, out loud - that they think positively of him. he doesn't .. necessarily push his opinion of himself on anyone, but more or less, he does boast quite a bit. and he likes to think that he always gives them a reason to listening to his nonsense in the first place, because he makes a truth out of his posturing.
that whole constant need to prove himself, thing .. yeah, it's not something that's going to go away anytime soon.
at that, he makes a thoughtful sound. ] So .. what were things like for you? Back then, I mean? [ because it's pretty difficult for him to think that there weren't always vulcans or klingons roaming around in their own little bit of space.
or, in the klingons' case, any space they wanted that didn't belong to the federation.
that quirk of a brow is more than a little intriguing, if he does say so himself, and he chuckles low in the back of his throat. nods in ascension. ] Red wine .. I know all we've got programmed into the replicators is that fake crap, but you show me what you've got, and I'll see to it that you have it.