[The moment he sees that face, panic and guilt well up in equal amounts, his face twists slightly - and he closes his eyes for a few seconds before opening them again, mouth working a little.
Johan. Of all the faces he wanted to see least, it has to be that one. After all, he'd just watched him be shot in the head. This pretty monster, with his empty smiles, inhuman. His hand moves instinctively to the back of his jeans, where his gun is tucked into his belt, but despite the sense of unreality, in this house, in this world, even in the world he came from, with its darkness and pouring rain and precious souls standing vulnerable in the presence of a monster, he knows that he's just looking at a little computer of some sort.
His brows furrow.]
Johan. No...I don't need a doctor. I'm just fine.
[It's a lie. His heart beats too hard, and his hand is shaking, making the tablet vibrate a little.]
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Johan. Of all the faces he wanted to see least, it has to be that one. After all, he'd just watched him be shot in the head. This pretty monster, with his empty smiles, inhuman. His hand moves instinctively to the back of his jeans, where his gun is tucked into his belt, but despite the sense of unreality, in this house, in this world, even in the world he came from, with its darkness and pouring rain and precious souls standing vulnerable in the presence of a monster, he knows that he's just looking at a little computer of some sort.
His brows furrow.]
Johan. No...I don't need a doctor. I'm just fine.
[It's a lie. His heart beats too hard, and his hand is shaking, making the tablet vibrate a little.]