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BEN
John was really, really nervous after leaving Ben's.
His inclination and instinct was to get on a horse and go. Get the hell out, and not just of Ben's house.
He didn't do it.
He'd been stubborn longer than he'd been scared, and having run before meant that he knew he couldn't do it again.
So, on edge as hell, making himself look more suscpicious than not, he got through the day. Night was harder. A lot harder. He wanted Ben, he was afraid to go to Ben. It felt like he had a target on his back and that he was painting one on Ben, too. It took time for him to get there.
Which was why he knocked on that door at something like 1 a.m. Pleanty late, given that they were up at dawn.
His inclination and instinct was to get on a horse and go. Get the hell out, and not just of Ben's house.
He didn't do it.
He'd been stubborn longer than he'd been scared, and having run before meant that he knew he couldn't do it again.
So, on edge as hell, making himself look more suscpicious than not, he got through the day. Night was harder. A lot harder. He wanted Ben, he was afraid to go to Ben. It felt like he had a target on his back and that he was painting one on Ben, too. It took time for him to get there.
Which was why he knocked on that door at something like 1 a.m. Pleanty late, given that they were up at dawn.