John Connor (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} johnbaum) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} omega_reality, |
If John was honest with himself, he'd picked the club for Brian. It wasn't like John really cared so long as his friends enjoyed themselves and he got to spend time with them while he could. And, Eleven was definitely the kind of place Brian would like. Even if he hadn't thought so from his research online, John would have known it as soon as they saw the clientele.
As everyone started splitting up into pairs and smaller groups, John turned and put his arms around Brian.
Things weren't really much better between them than they had been a month ago. He was trying to take Savannah's advice. But, it was hard when Brian continuously rejected his touch. It had gotten even harder once they got to the safe house. At least on the island, when Brian turned away from him and rejected him at night, John could get some work done. But, in a room with everyone, he'd quickly figured out he was keeping others awake and stopped even turning his computer on at night. He just lay there staring up at the ceiling while Brian slept. If, when he finally went to sleep himself, he was curled up at Brian's side as much as he could be, well, at least here there was the excuse for warmth even Brian couldn't be pissed at him for...he hoped.
But, tonight John was hoping he could give himself the birthday present of seeing Brian smile again...even if just for a moment.
"So," he began, leaning up to speak into Brian's ear in order to be heard over the music. "You know how you don't like your birthday and are always saying you'd rather enjoy my youth?"