There's something in the way his breath catches when he sees it. It's crude, but there's something beautiful in the ingenuity. He reaches out for it, touching it first with his fingertips like it's a diamond tennis bracelet and not a mangled toothbrush.
When he finally picks it up, it's with a grin.
"It's perfect, sister," he tells her. "You've done well with this." John is used to having to figure it out. In his bunker, he had a toolbox. He used duct tape. They couldn't exactly leave to get the supplies that they needed, so they had to improvise. This? This is beautiful.
He puts a hand on her shoulder. "It should do fine for precision work."
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Date: 2021-08-30 01:43 pm (UTC)When he finally picks it up, it's with a grin.
"It's perfect, sister," he tells her. "You've done well with this." John is used to having to figure it out. In his bunker, he had a toolbox. He used duct tape. They couldn't exactly leave to get the supplies that they needed, so they had to improvise. This? This is beautiful.
He puts a hand on her shoulder. "It should do fine for precision work."