[ One might assume that confronting a gun would be more terrifying than dealing with V at this moment, but Johnny would actually rather face that than engage in this discussion. He struggles to articulate his feelings, often masking them as righteous anger. In fact, a part of Johnny finds it challenging to understand his emotions after years of being emotionally cold. Yet, here he is, making his way to the hangar to undertake the daunting task of discussing his feelings before a man who truly loves him.
It's like he's being sent to the gallows with blades pressed against his back. He's so fucking scared right now that he brought back the shades. Classic Silverhand tactic 101: don't let them see the fear in your eyes. Those dark brown sunglasses come in handy in a pinch and this is a huge pinch. ]
Vince.
[As soon as he catches sight of the orange jumpsuit, he calls out to him. His tone is neutral for the time being. No malice, no anger, nothing of the sort. Johnny is trying his best to hide his emotions for now.
However, that doesn't really last when a smile curls onto his lips.]
I see you couldn't help yourself. You just had to start tinkering away, huh?
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It's like he's being sent to the gallows with blades pressed against his back. He's so fucking scared right now that he brought back the shades. Classic Silverhand tactic 101: don't let them see the fear in your eyes. Those dark brown sunglasses come in handy in a pinch and this is a huge pinch. ]
Vince.
[As soon as he catches sight of the orange jumpsuit, he calls out to him. His tone is neutral for the time being. No malice, no anger, nothing of the sort. Johnny is trying his best to hide his emotions for now.
However, that doesn't really last when a smile curls onto his lips.]
I see you couldn't help yourself. You just had to start tinkering away, huh?