John had always been a tactile sort of person - perhaps it was the lack of physical affection he'd gotten in his youth that made him yearn for it now, but he was deeply pleased when Jack did not pull his hand away. It was a familiar touch - not just because he knew Jack, and because they'd had a few cups of coffee and maybe a meal or two together since they met. It went deeper than that - though he couldn't rightly describe why. He ached to know the truth of it all - as if there was something exciting and perhaps just a bit sad that he was missing out on, on the other side.
He ducked into the stairs leading down into a subway station, hands still clasped, and leaned against the wall. He didn't dare let go; in fact, he squeezed a bit tighter and turned his head - towards Jack, and also towards the sound of the oncoming robots overhead.
"The sherbet thing was mundane compared to this - a whole alien world??"
John looked at Jack, for all the world, as if Christmas had come early. Astrophysicists fell generally into two camps - one that believed that there were far too many worlds out in the universe for there not to be intelligent life, and one that believed in a bottleneck theory - that we were alone, unique in all of the cosmos. Neither had yet to be proven - but John was the one who believed in life. Deep in his heart, he knew that life had to survive, thrive, out in such a grand place. He'd already been through the portal to another world, but that the city had seen an alien planet with the naked eye? How had he missed such a thing?
"Oh...if this is the first of many adventures with you, I think I'll be right as rain," he enthused. "Another world! Brilliant - I have always - I've always thought that there had to be life out there, and - well, okay, I'm not all that fond of being shot at with blasters right out of a science fiction film, but...Feels familiar, doesn't it?" He laughed a little, a bit breathless. "Just like when we met - familiar. Like we've done something like this before, eh? Running, jumping, dodging robot aliens..."
Re: John - Open to Any
He ducked into the stairs leading down into a subway station, hands still clasped, and leaned against the wall. He didn't dare let go; in fact, he squeezed a bit tighter and turned his head - towards Jack, and also towards the sound of the oncoming robots overhead.
"The sherbet thing was mundane compared to this - a whole alien world??"
John looked at Jack, for all the world, as if Christmas had come early. Astrophysicists fell generally into two camps - one that believed that there were far too many worlds out in the universe for there not to be intelligent life, and one that believed in a bottleneck theory - that we were alone, unique in all of the cosmos. Neither had yet to be proven - but John was the one who believed in life. Deep in his heart, he knew that life had to survive, thrive, out in such a grand place. He'd already been through the portal to another world, but that the city had seen an alien planet with the naked eye? How had he missed such a thing?
"Oh...if this is the first of many adventures with you, I think I'll be right as rain," he enthused. "Another world! Brilliant - I have always - I've always thought that there had to be life out there, and - well, okay, I'm not all that fond of being shot at with blasters right out of a science fiction film, but...Feels familiar, doesn't it?" He laughed a little, a bit breathless. "Just like when we met - familiar. Like we've done something like this before, eh? Running, jumping, dodging robot aliens..."