"Right." He goes. Quickly. Better to do this and start working on overcoming their instincts than giving into them. John's entire life fits into one large suitcase and a dufflebag, and he's seriously considering just bringing it all. That's ridiculous, though. They're not going to keep him locked up. He has a life... of sorts. In any case, he'd need to come back here to deal with the landlord if he was moving out.
He heads into the bathroom to grab his toiletries and pauses when he gets to the mirror. John tugs down his shirt collar and takes a closer look at his Bond mark. He's seen it on other Guides, but this? This is his.
The enormity of what's just happened hits him very suddenly, like a freight train ramming into the side of him. His breathing picks up, and he realizes he can smell Gladio's scent all over himself. That's comforting, but at the same time...
The doctor turns on the taps and washes his hands, then his face, then his neck, his hair. By the time he's finished, he's half out of his button-down and smelling strongly of lavender soap. Almost ten minutes have passed. "Pull it together, Watson," John tells his reflection, forcing down the panic. He dries off, combs his hair, and changes quickly into his one suit, a dark blue number with a matching tie and white shirt. If they're making this out to be some sort of interview in their cover story, then he'll dress the part. Not to mention, he's off to meet with royalty. His duffle is packed quickly, but neatly with enough clothes for half a week. John adds his laptop, magic flasks, and short sword to the packed items and sticks his gun in the back of his waistband.
When he makes it back to the car, John slips in, and his expression is on lockdown. "Sorry about the wait. Thought I ought to freshen up." Only the very edge of his Bond mark is showing, and John's managed to wash away most of Gladio's scent, which is likely perturbing. He projects calm at his Sentinel, but doesn't actually look at him, just up toward the rearview mirror. The Bond is crying out for him to wrap around Gladio and bathe himself in his Sentinel's scent once more, but John just tightens his jaw and tries to ignore it. There will be time for that later. For now, he wants to appear in control and not completely lovestruck... Bondstruck? Is there even a term for this? Probably.
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He heads into the bathroom to grab his toiletries and pauses when he gets to the mirror. John tugs down his shirt collar and takes a closer look at his Bond mark. He's seen it on other Guides, but this? This is his.
The enormity of what's just happened hits him very suddenly, like a freight train ramming into the side of him. His breathing picks up, and he realizes he can smell Gladio's scent all over himself. That's comforting, but at the same time...
The doctor turns on the taps and washes his hands, then his face, then his neck, his hair. By the time he's finished, he's half out of his button-down and smelling strongly of lavender soap. Almost ten minutes have passed. "Pull it together, Watson," John tells his reflection, forcing down the panic. He dries off, combs his hair, and changes quickly into his one suit, a dark blue number with a matching tie and white shirt. If they're making this out to be some sort of interview in their cover story, then he'll dress the part. Not to mention, he's off to meet with royalty. His duffle is packed quickly, but neatly with enough clothes for half a week. John adds his laptop, magic flasks, and short sword to the packed items and sticks his gun in the back of his waistband.
When he makes it back to the car, John slips in, and his expression is on lockdown. "Sorry about the wait. Thought I ought to freshen up." Only the very edge of his Bond mark is showing, and John's managed to wash away most of Gladio's scent, which is likely perturbing. He projects calm at his Sentinel, but doesn't actually look at him, just up toward the rearview mirror. The Bond is crying out for him to wrap around Gladio and bathe himself in his Sentinel's scent once more, but John just tightens his jaw and tries to ignore it. There will be time for that later. For now, he wants to appear in control and not completely lovestruck... Bondstruck? Is there even a term for this? Probably.