_gallifrog_
Symbolic Animal of Gallifrey
"Yeah, she was is.......was......is crazy." He corrected himself uncertainly, not knowing if she was still as crazy he remebered her. Granted she had been a kid at the time, and a young teenager when he last saw her. Thinking about her brought the pain back to him, a deep rooted emotional pain. She had tried, which was more than anybody else had done. It was then that he knew he'd made the right choice. The others wouldn't see it until later of course, but they would come around.
John noticed the corrections and the frenzy of emotions passing through his face. It was understandable, given what had happened. "We've all done stupid shite like that, but sounds like unlike the rest of us, she has style." He replied, giving Elliott a look that conveyed far more emotional comfort than his words ever could. It showed that John understood. The almost imperceptible slump of Elliott's shoulders told him that Elliott understood.
John noticed the corrections and the frenzy of emotions passing through his face. It was understandable, given what had happened. "We've all done stupid shite like that, but sounds like unlike the rest of us, she has style." He replied, giving Elliott a look that conveyed far more emotional comfort than his words ever could. It showed that John understood. The almost imperceptible slump of Elliott's shoulders told him that Elliott understood.