Time passed. How much, John couldn't say, as he spent the majority of it drifting in and out of consciousness, not asleep, not resting, but instead stumbling from black out to black out as he had been certain he would when things had started to wind down. Eventually, though, he managed to drag himself out of the vicious cycle his body had thrown him into, in part thanks to the pain that had started in his jaw, hunger twisting through his veins in burning waves, and he pulled himself out of his chair, shooting Peter a glance.
He considered eating him, briefly, while Sylar was still unconscious and Lydia was indisposed, and then thought better of it. He was hungry, not as mindlessly starved as he had been, and the boy still have vervain in his system. He'd only be hurting himself if he killed him. Such a pity, really.
Sighing, he reached up and scrubbed a hand over his face, then reached for his cane behind him, using it to support him as he hobbled into the bathroom. He stepped in, closing the door behind him, and looked down at Lydia, his expression sympathetic, his emotional walls crumbling in his exhaustion and hunger. He moved to sit next to her on the tiles.
"I'm going to head back to London. I've had my fill of the Germans, I think, and home seems ... " He shook his head, not quite sure he wanted to admit to wanting to run and hide, even though it was probably painfully apparent. He sighed. "I'll go by train. I can still catch the last one of the evening if I hurry, and I don't think I'm well enough yet to make the flight. I can be home by tomorrow morning."
He paused, reaching into his breast pocket for the ring of keys Samuel either hadn't noticed or hadn't thought to strip him of when he'd detained him, and fidgeted with it long enough to slide an ancient silver one off the ring. He put the keys back and touched a hand to her shoulder, holding the one he'd retrieved out to her. "When your done here -- " And he imagined it wouldn't take long. " -- I want you and my boy to drop in. Bring your human, if you must, but come. Please."
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Date: 2010-11-14 05:21 pm (UTC)He considered eating him, briefly, while Sylar was still unconscious and Lydia was indisposed, and then thought better of it. He was hungry, not as mindlessly starved as he had been, and the boy still have vervain in his system. He'd only be hurting himself if he killed him. Such a pity, really.
Sighing, he reached up and scrubbed a hand over his face, then reached for his cane behind him, using it to support him as he hobbled into the bathroom. He stepped in, closing the door behind him, and looked down at Lydia, his expression sympathetic, his emotional walls crumbling in his exhaustion and hunger. He moved to sit next to her on the tiles.
"I'm going to head back to London. I've had my fill of the Germans, I think, and home seems ... " He shook his head, not quite sure he wanted to admit to wanting to run and hide, even though it was probably painfully apparent. He sighed. "I'll go by train. I can still catch the last one of the evening if I hurry, and I don't think I'm well enough yet to make the flight. I can be home by tomorrow morning."
He paused, reaching into his breast pocket for the ring of keys Samuel either hadn't noticed or hadn't thought to strip him of when he'd detained him, and fidgeted with it long enough to slide an ancient silver one off the ring. He put the keys back and touched a hand to her shoulder, holding the one he'd retrieved out to her. "When your done here -- " And he imagined it wouldn't take long. " -- I want you and my boy to drop in. Bring your human, if you must, but come. Please."