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Symbolic Animal of Gallifrey
John was so deep in his own thoughts that when Kay touched his arm it took him a moment to remember where he was and who it was that was touching him. He nodded at her words, knowing she understood more than he did the kind of state Cal and Elliott would be in. The more logical part of his brain agreed with the idea that the siblings needed to clear the air with their father, get real answers and move on, but as was often the case with John, the logical part was being completely overwhelmed by his emotional side. John had seen Elliott at his worst, only Chas knew just how bad and how traumatised Elliott had been as a teenager and just how far Elliott had come since then. Part of him feared that talking with Zan would reopen all these old wounds and bring any trauma Elliott hadn't quite dealt with to the surface causing him to regress. John never wanted to see Elliott in that traumatised state again. This line of thought and the events of the trial today had also brought something else to mind, another secret from his own past, once he hadn't told anyone (because he'd been blatantly ignoring it in the hopes that he wouldn't have to face it properly). He nodded at Kay's words. "Yeah, I know" was all he said before going right back into his thoughts.
As soon as they got back to the apartment Jay grabbed the book she'd been slowly working her way through, headed out onto the balcony and swung herself up onto the roof. The unspoken was message was clear, she didn't want anybody to follow her. Cliff took a bowl of leftover from the fridge, ever since they'd started hosting the whole extended family on Elliott's side and showing them the best cuisine Attil had to offer, there had been no shortage of leftover food in the flat. The rest sat themselves down in the living room in what was fast becoming their usual spots, Chas in the armchair deciding to follow Jay's lead and attempt to read to keep his mind off things. John propped his feet against the edge on the coffee table (not on the table like he usually did), crossing his arms across his chest.
As soon as they got back to the apartment Jay grabbed the book she'd been slowly working her way through, headed out onto the balcony and swung herself up onto the roof. The unspoken was message was clear, she didn't want anybody to follow her. Cliff took a bowl of leftover from the fridge, ever since they'd started hosting the whole extended family on Elliott's side and showing them the best cuisine Attil had to offer, there had been no shortage of leftover food in the flat. The rest sat themselves down in the living room in what was fast becoming their usual spots, Chas in the armchair deciding to follow Jay's lead and attempt to read to keep his mind off things. John propped his feet against the edge on the coffee table (not on the table like he usually did), crossing his arms across his chest.