[ When he looks into Clarice's eyes, John feels like he can see the world. A multitude of possibilities, that all start with her. She's got so much to say, so much to show, brilliant and beautiful and hated just for looking different. He can't help but feel anger simmering under his skin at how unfair it is that he can walk around and be left be, when she's been hunted her whole life.
This is why it has to stop, that they have to win. For people like Clarice, that just want to live and not just survive. He'd lay his life on the line to give everyone a chance to have a normal life.
She touches him, and John shuffles closer without thought, feeling the warmth of her body so close to his. ]
Yes, [ he replies without hesitation, his hand moving down to her hip, then down along her thigh, pulling her leg on top of his, just to be able to be closer still, to feel her against him. It's not a come-on, it's just simple, pure need. ]Yes.
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This is why it has to stop, that they have to win. For people like Clarice, that just want to live and not just survive. He'd lay his life on the line to give everyone a chance to have a normal life.
She touches him, and John shuffles closer without thought, feeling the warmth of her body so close to his. ]
Yes, [ he replies without hesitation, his hand moving down to her hip, then down along her thigh, pulling her leg on top of his, just to be able to be closer still, to feel her against him. It's not a come-on, it's just simple, pure need. ] Yes.