[His gaze follows the cigarettes, losing interest in the black rocks, and for a moment it's too tempting to just reach over and grab it.
But it's become too obvious what exactly he means by 'favour' and John's torn between leaving and giving in. He turns his head towards the entrance/exit of the tent and swallows. He's not that desperate. He doesn't need the smokes. He can always find someone who won't ask him to do anything in order to part with a stick or two.
Nothing ever comes for free.
His head turns back to look at Kavinsky, then at Prokopenko.]
I-... [John lowers his head, rubbing his hands almost nervously before he rests a palm in his lap.]
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But it's become too obvious what exactly he means by 'favour' and John's torn between leaving and giving in. He turns his head towards the entrance/exit of the tent and swallows. He's not that desperate. He doesn't need the smokes. He can always find someone who won't ask him to do anything in order to part with a stick or two.
Nothing ever comes for free.
His head turns back to look at Kavinsky, then at Prokopenko.]
I-... [John lowers his head, rubbing his hands almost nervously before he rests a palm in his lap.]
I'll suck you off.