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[ornithologist]

I know. Isn't that what you've been doing all along?

[ In text it could read as flippant or as tender acknowledgment of how much John has chosen to trust him. Harold appreciates the ambiguity there. John is sticking his neck out on a topic they don't normally directly discuss, and he's-- shy, but he can say something in turn. ]

I'd rather believe the best and be proven wrong than believe the worst and be proven right. That's not how I want to live.

[aimsforknees]

[ It's... hard. Seeing it laid out so plainly. Harold's acknowledgement and understanding of how John operates. He doesn't like being known like this. He finds comfort in all the things they leave unsaid, just as much as the ambiguity cuts him at times. It's hard to read Harold's tone over text but he doesn't think he's being mocked or teased. But this is a conversation that would be impossible to say aloud. There's a delay before he replies; he wasn't really prepared for how personal this is getting. ]

I'll work to that end.

[ornithologist]

You haven't proven me wrong yet, John.

[ He's always believed the best in John and never regretted it. ]

[aimsforknees]

[ That's where he'll leave this conversation. This is definitely too personal. But he can feel this warmth in his chest as he reads Harold's words. He imagines how he might say it, the quietness in his voice, the steadiness. It's something he'll come back to in dark moments. ]