John/Roman

[power_of_yes]

John’s apartment in LA is more than anything he ever had in Atlanta or New York. California is an entirely different beast, and while he had been there to visit several times, it’s a whole new world trying to live there and work. He has his money, he has his experience, but he has none of the reputation that comes with the Seed name. Thus, John Seed has flourished. The smooth talking lawyer with charisma for days is a force to be reckoned with. He takes cases as they come, talks people out of prison and takes their money just as easily. He’s able to pay the rent on his own place. He’s able to live.

He never forgot his time on the Barge, though. That, he knows, would be an insult to Iris and the work that she did. He doesn’t expect Roman to join him, though. So when he sees him on the street as he’s simply on his way back from work, he pauses.

Blinks.

Surely fucking not.

“Roman?” he ventures, sidling up closer to him on the crowded street.

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[betacuck]

So Roman's here now, which weird for one, and fucked up for two, but he's made the decision and ta-da. It's an overwhelming decision that has left him about as neurotic as when he decided to stand up to his dad, but but is a decision, his very own, and this time the outcome is already a little better.

LA is LA is LA, and Roman likes LA--he also likes not being on a ship, and access to booze, and a bunch of other shit. He likes the idea of John Seed, and seeing him in all his truly fucked up glory. It's that thought that propelled him to make the final decision, really. Not the fact that he could finally wrestle himself from the grasp of Waystar Royco. There's a huge part of him that wants to go back--needs to, just to see--but he knows he can't. It instantly goes away once he sees a familiar face, a familiar beard. His heart skips a beat, too, and shit, they fall together in line so easily: John in step with him like it was always planned and yeah, Roman's grinning like an idiot. He's got a T-shirt and shorts, all quiet luxury, sunglasses and a bracelet on his left wrist, hair slicked to the side instead of back.

"I gotta admit, I was definitely picturing a company car picking me up instead of having to walk. Points off, Seed. You really got to do better."

He's here. He's here and John's here and fuck, he missed him. He missed his smell. Is that weird? It's probably weird. Roman doesn't care.