A soft laugh, punctuated by the light thunk of John's crutch as he crosses the room to claim a chair for himself alongside the table. Yes, that had been one concerned raised among many, set aside easily enough in the moment as he takes in the two of them together.
If there is a slight shake of his head in return to Flint's look, then perhaps it is nothing more than an acknowledgement of what needs to be done in preparation for the weather. (Not yet. Soon, but not yet.)
"Alright," comes first, as John's fingers lace loosely over the slant of his crutch, followed by, "Yes."
There is some sense of having crossed onto unsteady ground. Expectations, Madi had said. It's hard to glean what that might come to mean between them just from studying the pair of faces across the table from him. Whether their discussion had settled something or raised further uncertainty. He guesses at the former, but—
"Have you come to some conclusion about your expectations, or have I arrived just in time?"
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If there is a slight shake of his head in return to Flint's look, then perhaps it is nothing more than an acknowledgement of what needs to be done in preparation for the weather. (Not yet. Soon, but not yet.)
"Alright," comes first, as John's fingers lace loosely over the slant of his crutch, followed by, "Yes."
There is some sense of having crossed onto unsteady ground. Expectations, Madi had said. It's hard to glean what that might come to mean between them just from studying the pair of faces across the table from him. Whether their discussion had settled something or raised further uncertainty. He guesses at the former, but—
"Have you come to some conclusion about your expectations, or have I arrived just in time?"