John doesn't see life in this city. He doesn't look for it, either. It's something that he cannot look at closely. Dresden will get them home; John is depending on it. He can't stay in this place. It isn't where he's supposed to be. Chicago is not a place, it's is a purpose, and for the Grey City he'd do anything. Absolutely anything.
That sort of dedication isn't healthy. It isn't what you're supposed to do with free will. But it's what John has, and without it
what's left?
He doesn't think about it. Drives aimlessly because there's no point in learning the finer points of the Port's streets and traffic when they'll be home shortly.
Shaking the lost look from his eyes, he replies, "Three bites of a cold meal isn't lunch. I can spot you, Dresden." He comes to a stop at a light and takes the opportunity to give Dresden a grin that reaches his eyes. "You can pay me back when we're home."
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That sort of dedication isn't healthy. It isn't what you're supposed to do with free will. But it's what John has, and without it
what's left?
He doesn't think about it. Drives aimlessly because there's no point in learning the finer points of the Port's streets and traffic when they'll be home shortly.
Shaking the lost look from his eyes, he replies, "Three bites of a cold meal isn't lunch. I can spot you, Dresden." He comes to a stop at a light and takes the opportunity to give Dresden a grin that reaches his eyes. "You can pay me back when we're home."