[It's the next morning, after Kevin's arrived back from scouting. John didn't sleep much, just as he predicted, especially after his little rendezvous with Mortis. Sleep alluded him despite his exhaustion; he's wired now and sitting by a small fire next to Kevin's tent, away from the others. He's always liked solitude and it really wasn't a challenge to swipe a few matches from another tent. He's pocketed them for obvious reasons.
He was thinking all night (and is still now thinking) about the next steps. Maybe, maybe he can free Logan today, fucking somehow gets past Longshot and every other mutant staring suspicious daggers at him here.
He looks up and spots Kevin from a distance; it's hard not to, his black clothes standing stark against the bright blue sky and piles of white snow. John looks down at his small fire and pokes at it, listening to Kevin's nearing footsteps, but he doesn't look up, only speaks when Kevin's near enough.]
TO: IRIS, LOVE: CRYSTAL
He was thinking all night (and is still now thinking) about the next steps. Maybe, maybe he can free Logan today, fucking somehow gets past Longshot and every other mutant staring suspicious daggers at him here.
He looks up and spots Kevin from a distance; it's hard not to, his black clothes standing stark against the bright blue sky and piles of white snow. John looks down at his small fire and pokes at it, listening to Kevin's nearing footsteps, but he doesn't look up, only speaks when Kevin's near enough.]
Beautiful fucking day, isn't it?