Re: Tasha, John, Open
John snorted. His laughter was quick and joyful; it shook his shoulders as he made no attempt to dampen it on her account. “Oh, that’s rich.” He pictured himself in such a scenario, how he might have been tempted to help her up, which would no doubt have been his demise. “It heartens me to know— to know your kind can be as inept as mine.” John wiped his eyes. “I’m sure you’re very good on most occasions.”