Blake couldn't help but wonder if Martha got enough. He wasn't exactly an expert (despite what the movie-driven atmosphere had to say on the matter), and this did require some subjectivity during the process, but had Jones gained enough? Was it enough insight into herself? Was it enough that she could find a quiet place in her mind when necessary?
He had the impression she'd learned more about him than he'd learned about her, and while that wasn't a bad thing, it reminded him that he ought to seek her ought more often and maybe find something more without the aid of and herbal supplement. Really, though, if she'd learned anything at all, he could count it as a success.
"If we're bein' fair, wasn't sure what to expect either. Glad it went the way it went, though." Blake tipped his head to the birds as they settled together on a snowy branch, pressed just as close as he and Martha. "Learned I got a lot to learn, too." But who couldn't say that?
At the end of the journey, with nothing more than a door left to their shared plane, John found himself substantially more satisfied with the outcome of this than much of his own training as of late. These types of experiences were the kind that spoke to the core of a person, and as he stepped forward to the door, it felt good. Like a real advancement for them both.
"Thanks for sharin', Martha." He pressed in for a chaste kiss to her cheek, and then stepped back to hold the door for her. "See you on the other side." Where they'd awake, groggy but suitably unharmed.
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He had the impression she'd learned more about him than he'd learned about her, and while that wasn't a bad thing, it reminded him that he ought to seek her ought more often and maybe find something more without the aid of and herbal supplement. Really, though, if she'd learned anything at all, he could count it as a success.
"If we're bein' fair, wasn't sure what to expect either. Glad it went the way it went, though." Blake tipped his head to the birds as they settled together on a snowy branch, pressed just as close as he and Martha. "Learned I got a lot to learn, too." But who couldn't say that?
At the end of the journey, with nothing more than a door left to their shared plane, John found himself substantially more satisfied with the outcome of this than much of his own training as of late. These types of experiences were the kind that spoke to the core of a person, and as he stepped forward to the door, it felt good. Like a real advancement for them both.
"Thanks for sharin', Martha." He pressed in for a chaste kiss to her cheek, and then stepped back to hold the door for her. "See you on the other side." Where they'd awake, groggy but suitably unharmed.