[ John laughs. Straight from the gut. He'd have held back if he'd been expecting it, but he hadn't. No ones more startled by the sound than him.
Truth is, John had forgotten he could laugh.
He clears his throat and takes a drink, settling back into himself, and the chair, as James continues to speak. If he looks overly concentrated, it's because he is. As if he could make up for his past transgression by engaging all further conversation with the utmost seriousness. ]
There's about eight million people in Jersey, now. Give or take.
[ He rubs over his chin, thumb stroking over his beard as he works the tension out of his lower jaw. His eyes flicker away from James, and then back to him. Guilty as a dog. ]
no subject
Truth is, John had forgotten he could laugh.
He clears his throat and takes a drink, settling back into himself, and the chair, as James continues to speak. If he looks overly concentrated, it's because he is. As if he could make up for his past transgression by engaging all further conversation with the utmost seriousness. ]
There's about eight million people in Jersey, now. Give or take.
[ He rubs over his chin, thumb stroking over his beard as he works the tension out of his lower jaw. His eyes flicker away from James, and then back to him. Guilty as a dog. ]
Sorry.