"I should, should I?" John asked with an expression that was part fond smile, part soft smirk. "Who says I'm not enjoying it?"
Maybe he wasn't totally enjoying it. He couldn't after what had happened with Derek and the way Derek seemed intent on being miserable as if it was some badge of honor that he'd suffered so much more than anyone else. It was an uncharitable thought, but while John didn't bother arguing it, that was how Derek came across. No one had suffered as much as he had, so no one else had the right to suffer or offer opinions that differed from his about his behavior, the war, or John Connor. And, dammit, maybe Connor the legend didn't exist any longer and never would. But, John Connor was still there. There were parts of him in John just like there were parts of John in him and some of that was entirely Derek's fault to begin with for encouraging John to become that man, for putting his hero-worship of a man he barely trusted and hardly knew on a sixteen year old boy who hero-worshipped him.
But, John had promised himself, after his birthday, that he was going to take more time to enjoy the time they had for actually living. Oh, he was sure he still qualified as boring in Brian's book. But, he'd been making a definite effort to put work away when he could and just enjoy Brian and enjoy their time together. Even Claudia had noticed and commented on it.
Taking a seat himself, he opted for using Brian as a backrest instead of the sculpture. "Is there something we're celebrating? Or are we drinking champagne just to enjoy the fact we can drink very expensive champagne at sunset?"