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John is a dog. His name is that of a dog's. He even said so. He's not a good person.
"Oi, stop dozing away. You're back here for a reason." A voice calls out. Oh. It's his.
"I know, just.."
"Just what? Stop complaining. You did your job." He says harshly. Always so truthful.
"..."
"Right."
John's words seem to trail off, lost to the water that hangs around them. An artistic liberty of his.
He gets up, walking to the other and stares down at him, he looks up, face deadpan as always.
"What is it?"
"You..how?"
"How what? You're so cryptic sometimes, John."
"..."
"How are you not..attached? He's who we need to save. Don't you love him?"
The other is silent for a minute. John sits next to him, staring at the flooded concrete beneath his shoes.
He speaks again.
"I am. I'm attached. But..he's not who needs me. I don't need him the way you do."
John is silent, staring at him for a while.
"Why? Don't you need someone?"
"I guess so. Not like he needs me though. I'm here for him, not him."
"...Oh."
"Yeah.."
The pair are silent again and John's gaze drops to the floor again. After a few minutes, he looks up at the table, tarot cards scattered because of him. He was forseeing again.
"Who..who is it? That you need?"
"..."
"You."
"Oh."
The voice nods awkwardly, picking up a tarot card. John doesn't see what it is.
"You know..this card isn't a good pairing with the seven of cups. Or the devil."
"Hm. Interesting..?"
"I guess. I foretold this card with the devil earlier. The hanged man made it's usual appearance too."
John nods, listening to his words closely. He doesn't understand but he likes tarot. So what can he do?
"...And, what card did you forsee?"
"The six of cups."
What? He remembers him saying that the six of cups was a good sign of love. What did it mean with the other one?
"..Ah. What..what do they mean together? Not including the hanged man."
He knows what the hanged man means. It's basically their life. As a whole, a collective.
"It's.."
"..."
"..Unrequited love, I suppose."
He's sighing. He's disappointed.
"Ah..I'm.."
"I'm sorry."
"No, don't be. I'm not that verbal, it's no wonder my adoration isn't returned."
"Still..there's got to be something I can do to relieve you, help your feelings dissipate."
He's silent. Like usual. But this time, he looks John in the eyes.
"Kiss me."
"..Huh?"
"Kiss me. I think..I think it will help."
"Oh. Ah..okay. I'll..try."
He nods, placing his hands on John's thighs, leaning in.
John takes a hold of his face, his thumb brushing under his eye and leans in, pressing their lip together.
He feels everything he's ever felt for John. Lust, love, desire, yearning, adoration. It's all there. But John feels nothing. He's kissing him and feels nothing. He knows that.
The voice pulls away, his face back to being it's usual monotone, deadpan look.
"..Thanks. I guess."
"Yeah, no..no problem."
"..."
"John?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
He loves him. Loves. That's something he never will. But, John is a dog, a mutt. And that's something he likes, so he has hope.
"..."
"I don't love you, Mido."